Myself and Aren-chan opted to simply move ahead. Moira-san and Alanna-san stayed back with the townspeople who had come with us. It was that or simply wait and do nothing. It did not take very long for things to grow...interesting. We had but a single landmark, some form of pillar. It's sheer size did little but keep it as a point of reference, using it to judge the distance we had walked was impossible. And, soon, something else had appeared on the horizon.
It was a storm. Massive in scope, it stretched across the black plain. It moved incredibly fast, and it did not take long before we were within it. The two of us pressed on. Aren-chan said there was little other choice if we wished to reach one of the underworlds. It did not take long for us both to be soaked to the bone. And not long after that, I spotted strange figures in the mists. Shambling creatures akin to horror movie zombies. We were...unable to destroy the first one that got too close before it screamed, raising an alarm to the others.
There is little to be said of the fight itself. Aren-chan will need training, but we destroyed the ones we had to before someone I did not recognize, but Aren clearly did, called to us. With the way cleared, we broke free of the storm to find ourselves in the frigid wastelands of Niffleheim. That is the coldest I have ever been in my entire life. But the man, who introduced himself as Aren's nephew Hjaeld, created a fire. We spoke, briefly, but my main concern was with not freezing to death. This place was Aren-chan's show, all I had to do, and have to do, is look out for her.
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