This mountain was different, that much Nicoli was sure of. The stories of it being built upon the bodies of petrified Angels wasn’t something he was ready to believe, but the fact that there was something supernatural about this mountain was undeniable. For all of his woodland skill he could scarcely find the tracks of a single animal and hear only the occasional warble of a bird. It was eerie to be sure.

He stayed his course, following the single winding trail, and he made sure to not step off of it. Who knew what would happen if he did? The passage of time meant little to Nicoli as he moved along, ever weary of any surprises that the mountain might unleash on him.

Wrapped in his mottled grey cloak he found that his path lead to a forested area, at least it was a forest compared to much of what he had seen earlier. It was then that he realized he could hear the sound of flowing water. It was then, after looking around, that his eyes fell upon his first victim. 

Unbeknownst to him the moment he entered that area the magic of the mountain took effect and both combatants were sealed. Their fates would soon be decided.

With his hands shrouded under his cloak he too moved towards the bridge, his emotionless eyes set on the target, his once relatively silenced footfalls now were as loud as her own. Nicoli wanted his opponent to know he was there, to know that death would soon be upon her.