Everything had happened in such a hurry that it actually took Sebastien a few minutes to realize that he was finally free of that dark realm and had fallen back upon the mortal plane. His head lifting up as he looked around at the twisted trees of the forest. He was not in the same place as he had left but he was at least closer to the mountain now, as he could begin to see it's base through the trunks in the distance. Eventually, he turned his gaze back to the sword he held, remembering how it had single-handedly saved his life as he muttered goodbye. It was a plea and a sound of defeat, but the sword had made sure they were not his last.<br/><br/>Slowly pushing himself up off the ground, he looked upon his arms and clothes, spying the dark sludge that still clung to him. It was real then, not some nightmare induced by the forest. He would have to be careful, as there was a long way to go still. Only confirmed as he heard the dragon's voice echo across the mountain into his mind. Taunting him. But Sebastien would not let the dragon win, he couldn't... too much was at stake.<br/><br/>And so he moved onward, towards the base of the mountains. He eyed the burned roots near the edge of the mountain as he approached. No doubt the dragon had burned them away to ensure no one would have an easy time climbing. But Sebastien had not come here expecting an easy time. He looked around for a few moments before spying the narrow path leading away. Figuring, if he was going to find a way up, the path may be the best route. And so he trudged onward through the twisted forest to his victory.