Eccar's portal opened high along the rugged slopes of Blackstone Ridge. The air thinned slightly as he stepped through and the distorted space sealed itself behind him without a trace.
The mountain range stretched endlessly in layered ridges and steep inclines, its forests clinging stubbornly to the uneven terrain.
The wind carried a colder edge compared to the lowlands of Leonora City, rustling through dense clusters of trees that had grown twisted from years of enduring harsh conditions.
He stood still for a moment. His gaze sweeping across the surroundings as he grounded himself in this environment.
He had already expected resistance here because he had already been here.
Blackstone Ridge was never a calm place. It was known as a territory dominated by Magical beasts where strength dictated survival and territory boundaries were clearly enforced. Encounters with them here were inevitable and conflict was part of its natural order.
