Henry looked down at the Screaming Valley, where the clouds moved like a river, following the contours of the mountains, trying to reach for the peaks and break free from the constraints of the mountains, like great tentacles of a beast. However, no matter how much they tried to reach the skies, the valley always pulled them back, like the current of a great river swallowing everything.
"Lead the way." -Henry said, turning his gaze to Leier, briefly glancing at the two hundred barbarians behind her, composed of men and women alike. Unlike normal scouts, these warriors didn't shiver in the cold. Their years in the Frozen Forest toughened them, making them laugh at this mild chill that felt like a summer breeze compared to the icy depths they called home.
