At this precipice somewhere within the sky and among the numerous islands and their nebulous portals, there is a moment of hesitation within the heart of the stout warrior.

In the face of uncertainty before the final confrontation, his sword suddenly feels heavy and the burden is almost too much to bear. Fear and doubt coil around his heart, threatening everything that he holds dear.

Behind him, the staircase of destiny crumbles into oblivion and a solitary drop of sweat falls off his callous face but despite the odds of failure, he finds himself stepping forward into the swirling light of the portal to meet his fate.