The next day, Alex ventured into the periphery of the Nether Mountains, where he stumbled upon Peter and his four lackeys who were waiting for him.
"Good morning, Master Alex," greeted Peter, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and respect, echoed by his companions as they saluted, their eyes downcast.
"Morning, Peter," Alex replied with a nod, his gaze piercing, silently reminding them of their past encounters.
"Ready to continue our journey, Master Alex?" Peter asked, his voice stuttering with apprehension, the memory of past beatings still fresh in his mind.
"Let's move," Alex said coldly, his tone cutting through the air with determination, unwilling to waste any more time.
As they traversed the rugged terrain of the mountains, Alex couldn't help but notice the fear emanating from Peter and his lackeys.
