Chapter 40 (The Mines Of Dorgon)

The journey from the Merfolk Lake to the Dorgon Mines felt like traversing from one world into another. As we approached the infamous site, a sense of restlessness settled over our group, the weight of the task ahead pressing down on us more heavily to those few who have known the dark history of the mines. The air grew colder, and an eerie silence enveloped us, broken only by the occasional crunch of our footsteps on the rocky terrain.

The landscape of the Dorgon Mines stretched out before us like a colossal scar on the earth, a crater spanning three kilometers wide. The vast expanse of it was overwhelming, a gaping wound that had long since festered into desolation. The ground was a dull, ashen gray, devoid of any sign of life. No plants dared to grow here, and no animals wandered through this forsaken wasteland. It was as if nature itself had turned its back on this place, abandoning it to the ravages of time and decay.