Can we talk?

A fake full moon shone brightly on the 7th floor, basking the entire forest in its pale and melancholic light.

On top of the stone wall, Aito stared into the distance, his gaze hunting for any abnormalities that would signal the start of his uncommon quest.

Segolene had left his camp earlier, leaving the stage of his fight, observing everything from a distance where he could not see or sense her.

Aito kept dropping Soulcleaver down the trench at the foot of the wall, then called it back. A small game he found to canalize his anxiousness but also get more familiar with his new weapon.

The moderator had said his quest would start when the moon reached its highest point. With that as a reference, he had taken the time to craft bonfires all around his camp for lighting purposes. Then he had rested a little while, absorbing as many soul cores as he could.

He had carried two backpacks filled to the brim when leaving Krukhanon, now only one remained.