Two and a half a day later, the elven army reached the Unwelcoming Heights. However, that is just the start of their real journey.
The Unwelcoming Heights is a mountain range that is about a thousand meters high or more or less three thousand three hundred feet.
The height is not much of a problem since they are using their ships. The problem is that the Unwelcoming Heights is not called as such for no reason.
Whoooooooosssssshhhhhhh!
The winds blew relentlessly.
It is as if they won't let anyone pass through. Furthermore, even Hestia could feel that, for some reason, there is something or someone that's restricting her.
"My lady, what should we do?"
Melandrach approached Hestia with a worried expression.
Meanwhile, Hestia looked at the window and noticed that there is a storm heading towards them.
"Bring the ship as close as possible to each other."
She is not sure if this is a good idea; however, she had a plan in mind.