There was a cliff overlooking the beach on Route 115, and it was high enough to provide a vast and breathtaking view of the ocean to the east. Remiel had tried to reach this cliff before, but had been interrupted by a Druddigon that had slid down from the mountain to the west. He'd captured that fearsome dragon and named it Dathomir, and so far it had proven to be an absolute tank of an addition to his team. Today, however, the spectacled young man had managed to reach his destination without any interruptions.

Just as before, the moonlight cast its beautiful rays down onto the world below and there seemed to be a magical peace in the air. Only the chilly winds that he'd been forced to endure before had changed. Winter was on its way out, that much was clear. Inhaling deeply, Remiel stopped walking when he came to a proper spot near the edge of the cliff. There was a small pasture of tall grass and trees behind him, and they whispered as the breeze swept through them. Remy, however, was entirely enchanted by the stars reflecting off the sea in the distance. What a glorious sight.

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— solo wild