Standing on the Eastern island, a man dressed in crimson leather armor turned to look into the distance.
Despair was evident on his face as he watched what could only be described as mountains rise up in the distance.
These mountains were a dirty white color, a color similar to that of bones. They were numerous, rising all at once from the surface of the water from all directions, arranged in multiple rows.
While most wouldn't have been able to tell what this ungodly sight was, he could tell. The blessing he had received made him very sensitive to the presence of Mutant Creatures. While this blessing wasn't very good in actual combat, it was a very useful skill that had helped him avoid death for a long time.