Yuna takes point, heading up the path first. "I'm sorry," she apologized into the wind. "The path... maybe be gruelling," at lest with her guardians, they had signed up for this. There was a sense of responsibility she felt for the other worlds, roped into this perilous peak somehow.

As she dredged on, thousands of thoughts in her head and refusing to give any of them a voice. While they continued, several grave markers began to litter the path, some swords still in good shape, others rusted by time gone by.

And Yuna... stopped to offer a prayer to them all.