The inquiries commencing to echo within his mind were akin to the gale sweeping from the north to disperse the mist; both were destined to dissipate and vanish a concise span later.
"The rejoinder to your secondary inquiry lies concealed within the skirmishes waged thrice per diurnal cycle. In truth, there are myriad facets regarding that matter I have yet to fathom myself, yet I can recount to you what must be executed to ascend to the Arena of Existence.
Every single diurnal cycle, without a solitary cessation, the Outer Circle suffers the onslaught of wild beasts surging from the shallow valley spanning betwixt the twin mountain ranges, stretching from the dilapidated portal to the Sunlight Forest. As though an unseen hand orchestrates it with absolute precision, they perpetually strike at the exact hour and with legions of identical might.
