Nova Peak The rhythm of a beating, braver heart.

"i vould like that," he murmured. "it has been a long time since ve vere so close to the ocean," mahler remarked, hinting toward grimnismal. "i did not think i vould see it again." how long had he dedicated himself to the mountains, to the forests, to the high stone spires and the grave of stigmata?
even now, he and nyx stood upon yet another of the endless rock faces, another belonging to sagtannet.
"ve have done a lot of moving."