[The World is small to the beings who do not know its size. The King of the Mountain is no different from a God amongst mortals to such beings.]
Such were the words that appeared in their minds.
Shiro and Gio looked at each other with raised brows.
"The King of the Mountain?" Shiro echoed.
"Yeah. That should be…"
Gio's eyes went to the peak that was still at least five or six kilometers above them.
Through the rushing wind and blowing snow, he could barely make out the silhouette of the monster that calmly stood there.
"Do we have to go up there and fight that thing?"
"I don't know, but for the stele to call it a God…it probably isn't an easy target."
"You're right."
Shiro nodded in agreement.
"But we should still go fight it, right?"
However, Gio didn't accept those words easily.
