Selim had opted to take a less traditional route to Toran.

The mountains that divided the East from the West were really only practically accessible through Ward. However, that did not make it impossible to cross elsewhere on the range. Especially for someone who had time in Relin, and time in Gadot, the mountains, the elements, and their perils were no strangers to Selim. With his Kohitsuji and Crowire, it made the journey slow, but with very little risk. Crowire was easily capable of scouting for dangers ahead, while Selim's Kohitsuji's Psychic Aura helped ensure the path was sure.

Selim's choice of the crossing the mountain was to give him some alone time. He knew the likelyhood of encountering any other person out there would be slim to none. Plus, the added benefit was that some of the forested areas between the mountains were noted to be home to creatures that were tested against the harshest elements and had shown perseverance - a trait Selim deeply respected. His choice was rewarded with an encounter with a Veolu. Being from the desert side of the mountains, it was a creature he had not seen before.

Clasping the bauble that held his relic, he let a bit of his magic bleed into the purple stained glass ring, which began to spin around before flooding the area with multiple arcs of purple light. They quickly surrounded the Veolu before it had time to process what was going on, enveloping it before it vanished with a snap. Now etched onto the back of his relic was an inscription for the Veolu in the tiniest of ornamental scripts. He gave a small smile to himself before marching onwards and over the final mountain giving him a view of Toran from above.