— whenever necessary—with this Elder, however, he feels as if he could function as a Rider simultaneously.

"Thanks for bringing me here, I mean it."

...Is there even a chance to establish this...?

It sticks to his mind as a simple-minded idea, yet he does not speak on it.

— between them and monsters. Time really favors none, but I believe that the memories we strive to make between us spare us from the grip it has on our very lives."

While saying this, he takes to stroking the head again with a soothed, amiable state of mind. He's a Hunter at heart, but that's —

Stepping back to address the Valstrax with name unveiled and humbleness appreciated, the crimson-clad hunter lets his eyes meet the Elder's own with utmost satisfaction: "Damien."

"I haven't heard about other Riders till today, I only know a relative of mine who told me about the relations —

|| Lying btw I am enjoying my time RPing again in my lil' space.

— like I've been taken somewhere for a huge feast," a small laugh emanates, walking back towards his companion and... Giving his head a bit of an embrace, for the impression left on him is too strong to remain unacknowledged.

"You're awesome, bud."

— regained as swiftly as it is lost though, "the Ruined Pinnacle."

"I've never been here, but I know this place."

Far, far too high. Heights like these are nothing for formidable hunters however, so he can take a look and see the specks far below with a hand over his head.

"What a view! Feels —

The Hunter finds himself finally on solid ground, with a landing that rumbles the ground beneath him rather than causing trembles through his core. Sturdiness be damned, he feels almost too light on his feet that it just shouldn't make much sense after a ride like th—ah, he wobbles. Balance is —

"Lunastras feel rare, but I'm aware that they're in the New World. Ibushi and Narwa though—never seen 'em in person, are they only in Kamura?"

It was never stated whether or not they'd be found elsewhere, so he'd assume so.

— The apology isn't necessary since that which weighs him is, after all, his own baggage, "you'd have to see it for yourself."

"Not alone though."

His personal theory is—.

No, he refuses to dive further into it in hopes of it not being the case. To fathom a possibility like that just seems so—ah, trembling hand again.

He huffs and tightens that grip to regain control, "lost my cool there. That's just not like me, but I felt so uneasy." —

"...A king and his queen..."

"They're really beautiful, aren't they? And yeah, I'm not gonna deny that about us either, hah."

"The Ancient Civilization is... Something, it's too close to an Elder Dragon, yet they somehow managed to create that artificial, immortal life."

Saying it feels unnerving, causing the hand he now stares at to tremble before he clenches it to ease the motion.

"—Nevermind that."

"You might've read my mind, because... Well, some Elder dragons may as well be cats."

— terraforma held a crater where a Valstrax rests, and—here he is with one, befitting of that exact same page discussing this area's contents.

The sun shines brightly before this arena up above the clouds, and he feels himself abruptly recollect his sensations all at once.

"Woah... This is...—!"

— this point?!

All he awaits is the moment where this lingering unease eventually dies down, and they approach ( that ) Pinnacle. Implying that there's a chance to gather himself and take a look, he'd recognize it from the pages which contained drawings of this massive structure. Such a —

As enticing as it'd be to see where they're headed, this speed makes it impossible to even jostle or lift his head. The wind's strength ought to pulverize his vision, while surpassing the sound barrier would make his ears ring without an appropriate level of Earplu... Would that even matter at —

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