- Frozen-Heart Adventurer -
- Weapon Type: Spear -
The man was an adventurer. Never did he stay in one place for long — not even the home where his family awaited his return. The man was a bit awkward. He loved his family deeply, but he was never able to find a way to express himself. The man lost his life on a mountain. But his regrets bound him to the land... Was he vexed to have lost to the mountain, or perhaps stopped by his feelings for his family? Not even he himself knew. All the same, he was an adventurer.
"All right, then. Where to next?"
One of my favorite foods is the great big fried eggs my dad used to make for me. He was always a bit of a clumsy guy, but I always loved how those eggs tasted, and I think about them even now.
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I'm climbing a raging volcano at this very moment so I might acquire a nutritious egg from the massive bird that nests here. According to my dad's journal, this is where he got the eggs he would fry for me.
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My vision warps slightly due to the intense heat. I bite into some of the rations I brought in an attempt to recover some of my strength, but I can't manage to swallow any of it. As my consciousness fades, I hear a beating of wings.
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Determined to not let myself go down here, I focus my energy into my feet. I will eat that fried egg again — no matter what. "Just wait a bit longer," I say as I gently rub my own stomach.
