Traveling to one of the paintings was not something simple.

Not that he won't follow you even to the edge of this world.

A refreshing coolness reigned all around, surrounded by white snow, which seemed to have no end. The snowstorm, covering the empty buildings with a white haze, left behind only blackened ruins. Fir trees covered with untreated snow obscured the view, almost blocking out a tall building, which had more people than it was worth thinking about.

As always, your motives were pure — you were always independent of human vices, guided only by high motives. And he were here to follow. To protect, as a vowed knight, as a warrior. «...» — Standing right at the entrance to the building, he kept motionless, staring into the snowy distance, unable to hear your quiet approach.