After another two hours of traveling through the deserts and dunes of oceans of sand, they finally arrived at their destination, which were the Bone Mountains; fortunately, they arrived fast enough because several tens kilometers behind them, they nearly met and were caught in the sandstorm which was forming there, which would be... most problematic outcome.
"So... what now?"
Yvraine asked unsurely, looking at the huge and tall white mountains that looked like enormous bones sprouting from the ground, giving off a ghastly feeling and entirely the bad atmosphere around the entire place.
"We should capture someone for talk."
Samiel stated as Yvraine almost shuddered at the thought of what Samiel considered talking, probably torturing them physically and mentally. Naturally, the Bone Mountains were attracting many of the unsavory elements due to its half-cursed nature; essentially, nobody who had everything right in their heads would ever come to the Bone Mountains.
