The first rays of dawn painted the world in a warm, golden glow. As Johan's feet touched the ground, a soft crunch echoed, the sound of gravel and ancient stone beneath his boots. The cool breeze ruffled his hair, carrying with it the earthy aroma of moss-covered rocks and distant pine.
Danny, with his acute senses, perked up immediately, scanning the horizon. Meanwhile, Ken flexed his fingers, preparing for what lay ahead. They stood atop a majestic mountain ridge, the vastness of it stretching as far as the eye could see. Far below, a valley wrapped in morning mist seemed to beckon them.
Johan inhaled deeply, the crisp air burning his lungs slightly. 'Well, ain't this a picturesque hell,' he mused sarcastically. The deceptive serenity of the place didn't fool him. 'Always the quiet before the storm.'
