Mount Estrella is only four or five hundred meters high, not particularly steep or perilous, yet its thick peaks exude an imposing aura, akin to the throne of a deity.
Xiulote stepped on the faint morning light, holding Alisa's delicate hand. They climbed steadily along a winding path, with dozens of Samurai carrying weapons and dressed in Leather Armor, spreading out before and behind them in vigilance.
After walking for several quarters of an hour, the scenery along the way was nothing short of breathtaking. Looking down, the mountain terrain appeared vast with jagged rocks; on a level view, the woods were elegant and flowers were in bloom; looking up, clouds rose, revealing an ancient Temple of the Sun among the mist and trees, already within a hundred meters.
"The ancient Temple of the Sun, passing down the sacred fire..."
Xiulote gently chanted, and Alisa responded with a smile.
