Traversing the winding trails of dragonspine was proving to be difficult. Any misstep could prove fatal, either by falling or freezing to his death or alerting some monster of his presence. there were hardly any sources of warmth, leaving diluc to rely greatly on his pyro vision.

A twig snapped nearby, causing Diluc to whirl his head around to seek the sound, fingers finding his claymore. Keeping silent, incase he'd stumbled upon a fatui or hilichurl camp.