Lucius led the way off the path, to ensure that they would lose the path and could follow the trail, they took their time. To Lucius' surprise, the trail started heading towards a large mountain range towards the east, the mountain range itself being a large barrier between the Allosian Empire and other nations.

He found it extremely odd that the trail was, in fact, heading towards the mountain range due to most undead either disliking or being severely affected by the cold. Much like humans, in the cold undead would feel cold but unlike humans, they had no way of heating themselves up. Leaving them with only one outcome, slowly freezing over.

'Surely they wouldn't just enter the mountain range, right?'

-

Percy gradually awoke. Finding himself tied up on the back of a horse. As he came to his senses he saw a figure riding the horse he was tied to. The figure wore an oversized white tunic with equally baggy pants. The figure's outfit completed with a marvellous crown atop his head, the mixture of crimson and gold which adorned the crown could only be described as simple yet perfect.

As Percy stared at the odd figure, a single thought came to mind, 'Why's everything so silent?' he couldn't hear the horse gallop, although the horse was running at an incredibly fast speed, he couldn't hear a single step. The wind which raced past too fell silent.

From his tied-up state, he made out the quickly approaching view of a mountain range. The countless mountains which dotted the horizon all reached towards the sky, piercing the very sky. The peaks seeming insurmountable he thought to himself, 'These mountains really put the Himalayas to shame...'

Only for his thoughts to be interrupted by a deep, dry voice,

"Little one, we're almost there..." a dry cackle echoing as the figure summoned a boney longbow, the bow large and unwieldy held a level of supremacy above everything else in Percy's view. He found himself drawn towards the bow, finding it hard to resist.

His admiration for the bow was broken as the figure, in one quick movement, knocked Percy out with the edge of the bowstave.

-

After a few hours of following the trail left behind by the Newborn Revenants, Lucius found his assumption wrong as both he and Nora continued to approach the ever-growing mountains ahead of them. Although from a distance, they had seemed impressive, at a closer distance the true daunting size of the mountains revealed itself.

They had been making good time until in the far distance, Nora spotted several dozen black-robed figures.

"The Newborn Revenants, they're waiting for us..." Lucius spoke under his breath, mentally preparing himself for battle

"They don't look very undead to me." without thinking Nora spoke her mind

"There's a reason they wear those robes if you want to find out how they really look, undress one of those bastards. You won't be able to unsee it!"

"Lucius, wanna have some fun?"

"What do you mean, 'have some fun' you should never take combat lightly! It could mean the difference between life and death!!!"

"Let's see who can kill more Revenants..."

Hearing Nora speak, Lucius raised his eyebrow, her words having roused his long slumbering competitive nature. Immediately changing his tone, he eagerly asked, "What are the stakes?"

"If I win you've got to help me find some ore that can channel Mana. If you win, I'll help you recover a youthful appearance..."

Having heard the stakes, Lucius grew even more excited, his old appearance being one of the things he had grown to dislike over the years as many of the mages he knew continued to look significantly younger than him, "You're on!"