Jade Fern Grove with every lonely, aching step

It was impossible.

Byleth froze in place, perched above a small offshoot of a creek. The babble was the only sound, for a moment, before the voice reached him again.

Leviathan. Of course it was.

He turned and ducked into the trees, ranging forward with eyes sharpened to find. And he found.

Leviathan. For all that he sounded gruff, there was a rare smile touching his features.

I see you found me.