Into The Spirit World [9]

"Goliathsgrave!" Eder gasped, his breath escaping in an icy mist. His eyes were fixed on the towering mountain range, its jagged peaks framing a V-shaped mountain pass—the entrance to Goliathsgrave.

Merari swallowed hard.

"It…" he stammered, staring at the lifeless black mountain, its soil barren and devoid of even the smallest trace of life. A heavy air of desolation and misery lingered over the land, prompting some of them to tighten their grips on their weapons.

A thick fog covered the mountain pass, obscuring what lay beyond it.

As their ship came to a stop, Asher and the others disembarked into a smaller boat, rowing toward the dark shore of the Goliathsgrave. The moment they stepped onto the blackened soil, their expressions became slightly apprehensive.

"After two weeks, we are finally here," Alex, who stood behind Asher murmured softly.