"Okay, this mountain is seriously tall!" Linde panted as he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.
It was late summer, just before autumn, and the weather was still scorching. Worse, he was climbing an active volcano, with waves of heat constantly pouring out of the mountain, making him feel as though he were inside an enormous steamer.
Their clothes were already soaked with sweat and clung tightly to their backs. Every step took tremendous effort.
After finally reaching the summit, however, they were greeted by nothing but an empty expanse.
Linde looked around in disbelief and muttered, "But I have a question. Where exactly is the dragon?"
Just then, Yogg and Carlret, who were flying overhead, helplessly clutched their heads. Then, in perfect unison, they pointed toward another peak towering into the clouds beside them and shouted, "Over there!"
At those words, Linde froze on the spot as though struck by lightning.
It took him a long moment to recover before he roared in frustration, "Huh?! Why didn't you say so sooner?! We climbed the wrong mountain!"
With that, he collapsed onto his backside like a deflated balloon, unwilling to move another inch.
"I thought dragons were supposed to live on volcanoes," Linde said, gazing helplessly up at the sky.
Frisk, who had painstakingly climbed all the way up behind Linde: (-_-)ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ
"We were going to tell you, but you climbed this mountain with such powerful determination that you were actually faster than we could fly."
Carlret sighed helplessly, then continued, "Quit putting on an act! I don't believe for a second that you're really that exhausted."
Indeed, it had to be admitted that after spending so much time with Linde, he had unwittingly picked up all sorts of ways to curse people out.
Perhaps that, too, was