A Journey to the Tundra

The man known as Trigon, and his new weaponsmith, were on the outside of the village known as Morigakure, and the transformation that Trigon used on Verlander was now worn off. The Viper of the Hidden Storm had made Verlander his new right hand man, and the two were conversing on the understanding that Trigon was in search of something very rare. In fact so rare, that it was known to few as myth and not even known at all by many. Trigon was a bright man, a man who understood the world and all that it offers.

Trigon needed Verlander to craft a blade capable of one thing. A blade worthy of bringing down an entity greater than man. He needed a blade that would allow him to take on a god. This god was the one and only Hades. Although Trigon's details to Verlander were vague at best, Verlander understood his purpose. Trigon would tell him of a secret location deep within the northern tip of the Land of Red Sand, a bunker unknown to all eyes but the Viper himself. The two would break their paths as Trigon was in search of something further south on the map.

A few hours after traveling away from Morigakure, Trigon would reach a small southern port, and it was here that he would head south to the Land of Southern Frost. Maybe some clues as to what he was searching for would rest there.

Onto the ship Trigon would go, making sure no one was following him. He turned and looked around as the coast seemed to be clear. Boarding, he would stand on the outer deck and wait for the ship to set sail. The trip would only be an hour at the most. The Viper would take a seat on the port side railing and look out to sea, many things contemplating in his mind.

Finally the large boat would be off and would head directly to where Trigon had wanted. Leaving Morigakure in a warm climate, the temperatures would slowly but surely begin to decline as they were heading towards the Southern Frost. This land was quite untamed as far as Trigon knew, for it was only recently that he discovered an entire civilization was there in the first place. He wanted to make sure he knew the place by doing thorough investigation there so that he could remain in hiding during his findings.

It wouldnt be long and Trigon would notice his breath escaping him and even more so, small island chains covered in a white powder. The ship was passing by icebergs and glaciers as it pressed on but Trigon was still in a calm state. The cool weather was a complete opposite of the climate he was used to but he wasnt one to complain of new experiences. He learned the climate well as soon the port destination was coming into view through the now heavy mist. A smirk would cross the Viper's face, he was close to arrival.

The cold chill in the air became more and more potent as through the chilling mist, the ship would make port. No sooner than it set its anchor, Trigon set foot on the Land of Southern Frost. He knew he wasnt prepared for the climate in terms of attire so he would have to keep his body temperature up. He ripped through the port area and made it through open terrain. There was no snow falling, but the cut that the breeze provided would present a challenge. Trigon set off on his new journey, anxious to search for the Hidden Village that represeneted this country. Tsundoragakure.

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