Per usual, Zachariah never minded healing and taking care of his partners. He rather enjoyed it, in all honesty. By now, he had enough practice using the magic within the Dagger of the Hatałii that it was virtually inconsequential to him; he didn’t lose anything from it, no mental exertion or magical exertion. Across his many journeys, he had met many people who didn’t ask for his help, despite being in dire need of it, and many others who begged for more than he could give. It was a vicious cycle at times, only being able to do what he could. But, there was always the brighter side of knowing he made somewhat of a difference. With this whole phoenix debacle, though, he couldn’t see the bigger scope of things. What difference was he making? Was he even making a difference? Even as they made their way towards the third, but not final, phoenix, he continued to mull over what purpose this served. He could feel himself getting stronger physically and in terms of magic, but in the worst way possible. Beira had convinced him in one of their previous bouts that the birds were no more than an amalgamation of magic, but they resembled something so alive and majestic that he couldn’t bring himself to overcome his regret.
In the meantime, he played with light in his hand, juggling neon stakes with his hand, changing the colors to his will. He feared that if he sat down too long, he might pass out for an excessive amount of time, which might prove fatal in a region such as this. Beira expressed her gratitude, but Zachariah flushed and waved it off. “It’s no big deal,” he said. “Like I’ve said before, anything to make sure my teammates are alright.” True, he hadn’t used the dagger to heal himself, but only to ensure he had the most amount of magic possible to safely transport them to where they needed to be. If anything, he would tend to his more pressing injuries upon arrival. At the moment, he was rather anxious about the next battle. He tried to imagine what magic this next phoenix might utilize. Would it be ice, like the region? Storms? Fire? There were too many possibilities. Zachariah was sure he read it somewhere, but the job information was either long lost or destroyed in the midst of battle. “I guess you could say, I’m not a huge fan of the tundra,” he explained. “I’ll be able to keep myself warm with light magic, or if I use one of my transformations, but...uh-Beira offered to lend him her cloak, and he wasn’t sure what to say-I...thank you.”
The Starlight Surfer left an orange trail in the night sky like dust in the breeze. Birds of prey cawed at them from the distant trees, as well as smaller dragon-like animals. Had the creatures not been so deadly, Zachariah would have wanted to study them closer. But, even if they were somewhat friendlier, it would have to wait until the mission was over. They passed through the Wakusei portals without any trouble, luckily, and entered Kosetsu. Zachariah stepped down from the board and sighed in distaste. A frown formed on his face, but he tried not to let Beira see it. It was as if she were entering summer, watching her shed her cloak and hand it to him. It was slightly snug on him, but kept him warmer than his own coat. The cold bit through his clothes, down to his very bones.
Kosetsu was cloudy and mountainous, and the portal seemed to let out into the bottom of a frozen fjord with evergreens and a small, abandoned encampment. Zachariah crouched down by the empty firepit and unsheathed his dagger, tracing the aches and pains that riddled his body. It took a bit of energy, but he would recover it in time. “Let’s get down to work, n-no?” he asked, a slight shiver running down his spine. In the distance, a familiar pillar of cyan light followed the curve of the sky. Despite the nearly inhabitable climate, Zachariah heard the familiar cries of wild game and birds. Owls with fiery glowing eyes watched them from the trees, their wings as wide as the branches. In the distance, a herd of stags stared them down, wondering if the two mages were predators. Zach held a Morning Star close to his chest to steady his chattering teeth. The glowing ball of light was quite warm, but only heated a small portion of his body. “I don’t know what’s colder, this or the Silent Glaciers,” he joked.
From where he stood, looking up at the top of the fjord and the mountain chain behind it. The light appeared to be coming from a divide between two mountains. He wondered if this place was in any way similar to their previous jobsite. There didn’t seem to be much wildlife, but then again, Zach couldn’t see much behind the thick, snowy air. “I do hope there’s no blizzard coming,” he stated. Looking eastward, the river was mostly frozen, but he could see a fast moving current beneath the ice. Unless they were to fly above the mountains, it seemed they would have to traverse the ice in order to find their destination. Again, Zachariah offered the Starlight Surfer to traverse it faster, but he wasn’t sure what else was lurking around the wilderness that might shorten their trip. The nuckelavee was an option, too, but it might be too heavy for the ice. He turned westward, to the forest, but could not see where the foliage lead to. “Where to go next…” he mumbled.