Above the land, a mountain range stretched across the horizon. Each peak was almost as tall as the skies when viewed from below, its jagged peaks piercing the ceiling as though it was seeking a fight against the heavens. Wisps of mist clung to the rocky vegetation, swirling lazing in the cool air.
But the mountain range was not as normal as it seemed.
Hidden with the peaks and even the valleys and surroundings were pockets of distorted space— anomalies that twisted the fabric of space. Although time didn't seem to flow differently here, the landscape seemed ever-shifting, sometimes the peak piercing down instead of the skies.
With the ever-changing perspective of the landscape that could make anyone prey to the shifting mountains as they could be crushed before they knew it, no one dared to tread this land without someone who knew the trick to traverse this place, and even then, even the experts wouldn't go too deep.
