The Zeregran Ranges stretched endlessly toward the horizon.
Jagged black peaks pierced the cloud cover like the fangs of some colossal beast, their snow-capped summits hidden beneath swirling banks of translucent ethereal mist.
The lower slopes were blanketed by ancient trees so old that some of their trunks were wider than houses.
Even among the inhabitants of the Realm Between the Zeregran Ranges carried an ominous reputation and as a result, very few dared to venture there.
"Legend has it that entire expeditions and Travellers have disappeared in these mountains, vanishing without a trace," Valerius murmured.
Morgan threw him a bewildered glance.
"Now that he's suddenly in a conversational mood, that's the first thing he says."
The five travelers moved carefully along a narrow mountain path winding between towering cliffs.
Sye led the group from the front, his sharp eyes constantly scanning the terrain ahead.
