For some reason, Pip had a feeling that avoiding the tent and moving uphill was the better choice.

It was a steep climb, the sharp corners had less visibility than hoped. Not long after Pip left the orange river, he had found himself surrounded by thick clouds. Figuring he would eventually find somewhere to stop, he instead learned that he had made more progress on his trip than he thought.

Reaching the highest peak of the mountain, and the highest Pip had ever been, he was met with the thundering sound of wind as the air was parted right in front of him, a blinding reflection of light leading up to the largest sword Pip had ever seen. He had gone too far, too high up. The guardian had warned him and it was time to leave, quickly.