Crunch!
Moulin's foot stepped on the rocky terrain. His slender arms hoisted his body off the edge and he wearily crawled over.
"Hah… Hah.." He panted tiredly, briefly lying on the ground before sitting up.
He and Hadrian had split up. Currently, he tasked himself to search the shores for clues. He didn't want to go far because of a promise he made with Hadrian to stay away from the interior of the island. Thus, he left the meticulous searching for Hadrian. Although he was reluctant, Moulin understood it was only for his safety. Now, here he was, climbing up the sharpest cliff to see what was on the other side.
Moulin stood up, dusting his hands on his pants and gazing at the scenery before him. His silvery eyes squinted from the fog in the distance which obscured the rest of the mountain view. 'Somewhere around there would be hordes of demons and Malibreeds searching for him.'
