The night had passed as normal, and with the path to the entrance being as dangerous as it is, another wolf passing by was almost a non-issue.
It was a good night's rest.
"Let's go."
The two of them continued on their path, with Maria trying her absolute best to delay their departure. She didn't want to continue down the path, but of course, there was no negotiating with Justinian as they continued.
And it was a good thing they did.
Because just a few minutes after they left, they had finally arrived at their destination.
The statue of Mithral, and just as expected, was broken and ruined, its foundation chipped away by constant snowstorms.
But... the statue itself didn't matter; what was important was the power that still resided in it.
The two of them took another step forward.
But they were promptly stopped when an arrow struck just in front of them.
A simple warning shot.
"Pilgrims, lay down your weapons."
