The mountain range separating the Asani Continent, home to Constantine Country, from the untamed lands of the Monsoon Continent was a sight to behold.
It rose like a jagged spine cutting through the earth, its peaks piercing the sky as though they sought to touch the heavens themselves. With its treacherous cliffs and deep ravines, this imposing range had long been a nearly dangerous natural barrier. Winding paths, known only to the most seasoned travelers, snaked through the mountains, making it one of the most risky and crucial landmarks in the region. For centuries, it had stood as a formidable obstacle, keeping the two continents isolated from each other.
At the peak of this majestic range stood a group of fifty warriors, as unyielding as the mountains themselves. Their large, powerful bodies seemed carved from stone, emanating strength and readiness for whatever lay ahead.
