บท 197: Something Somewhere

High above, the mountains of the Eighth Outerlayer loomed, their peaks piercing the sky like jagged teeth. As the morning mist curled around their slopes, Albrecht began his ascent, each step taking him further from the tranquil grove and deeper into the heart of a harsh, untamed wilderness. He could feel the Moon's Blessing within him, a steady warmth coursing through his veins, lending strength to his weary limbs. It was a strange feeling, like carrying a piece of the sacred grove itself—a quiet reminder of the magic that flowed through this world, powerful yet elusive.