The ascent up the Diamond Cliff was a vertical journey through a prism of absolute greed. As the survivors of the Kashima Maru looked up from the decks, they didn't see a mountain of stone, but a singular, gargantuan gemstone that had been polished by the friction of a billion stolen dreams. The air here was so thin and rich with the scent of burning ozone and mint-fresh currency that it made the lungs of the mortals ache with every breath.
Ren Hanshin did not climb. He walked. He stepped onto the sheer, vertical face of the diamond as if it were a flat pavement in Shinjuku. With every step, the red silk threads from his boots bit into the crystal, creating temporary footholds of shimmering starlight. He moved with a mechanical, relentless precision, his starlight hair trailing behind him like a comet's tail in the golden sky.
[Synchronization: 63.2%]
[Level: 109]
[Location: The Outer Rim of Aureum-Primus]
[Condition: Midas-Infection (Stage 2)]
