I just stood there, jaw agape, my gaze fixed on the imposing statue of [The King of War], my Lenticular. It was a sight that filled me with a strange mix of awe and confusion.
What's this damned fuck's statue doing here in the middle of Nexus's human continent?!
I couldn't help but reverse my vocabulary how it used to be before, full of curses at the confusion at the sight in front of me. After all, it doesn't make sense.
Did Ares guide me towards Frostholm for this specifically…? No, it couldn't be. That portal is said to have its difficulty changed based on the one who opens the gate. It's not possible for Ares to calculate the place I'd be going to, from that far back when I was still in the Morina Forest.
But even so, this coincidence… It makes me feel like it might just be possible.
Lira, noticing my reaction, shook me by my right shoulder slightly, "What's wrong, Nord?" she asked, her red crimson eyes filled with concern.
Oh my, just what is going on with this vision?