The mountain ranges that divided the Oteforge Empire and the Melki Empire were a frightening place. The mountains were kilometers long and stretched as far as the human eye could not see. Their sharp peaks were made of the purest ice, and even the middle parts of these mountains had layers and layers of deep snow.
A warm wind blew from every corner of this mountain, and it came from all directions. Not to mention the treacherous and deadly terrain.
The word slip in this place was synonymous with death, and it was no wonder that these mountain ranges prevented a major war at the time the continent's Empires were making moves to expand.
"Luke, when will we stop for a rest? Sniff..." Meredith asked with her nose running a little. She was hugging herself from being so cold, and yet she was shivering quite a bit.