His first thought was of the High Towers, on the edge of the cliff, just opposite the Fyros camp. But as he loaded his mektoub with all the equipment for several weeks of isolation, he thought of the last time he'd isolated himself like this, far from the world. The barkquake of 2608. He had camped night and day at the epicenter, until his voices urged him to jump into a rift in search of fyrak. Even if it wasn't the desert, it was the ideal place to rest. It was winter. The cold nights would be harsh. But maybe that would appease the rage inside him.
Mounting his mektoub, he set off in the direction of the Couloir Brûlé. Then he'd take the Shadow Road to the Nexus. At the very top, he would await his deliverance. Death? Eeri? Kamis? No matter, if this was his destiny, suffering mattered little in the end. After all, only the immensity of his suffering could reconcile him with the infinitude of the world. And for this, the Hill of the End of Destiny was aptly named...
Mounting his mektoub, he set off in the direction of the Couloir Brûlé. Then he'd take the Shadow Road to the Nexus. At the very top, he would await his deliverance. Death? Eeri? Kamis? No matter, if this was his destiny, suffering mattered little in the end. After all, only the immensity of his suffering could reconcile him with the infinitude of the world. And for this, the Hill of the End of Destiny was aptly named...