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"In our... world... Her name has always been Arianna. "Said Vraxlon, looking over his shoulder as a rock deformity gracefully descended on the side of that cliff, where the only sound beyond our voices was the tinir of his sword trapped on the side of the body, above all that steel of the armor. “I think that after five centuries being remembered of him, you ended up clinging, even though you had.”

Unlike him, I was practically slipping and sliding over the rocks, silently cursing him for choosing to go down to the river by the most difficult and steep path. All the curses ended up getting stuck in my head as I struggled not to stumble and fall on the hard and smooth stone wall. My ankles twisted at every hole I fell or every stumbled stone, no matter how great my effort was to follow the great man in front of me, trying at all costs not to put myself in danger for the third time in a short space of hours.

"What about my kingdom in this world? Is it really as great as you made it seem