As they approached the massive mountain range that divided the Monsoon Continent from the Asani Continent, a subtle easing of tension spread through the group. The familiar terrain brought a measure of comfort. The battle was over for now, but they knew the war was far from finished.
"We'll rest once we've reached the peak of the mountain range," Jormungandr stated, his gaze fixed ahead. "Stay vigilant until then."
The group pressed on, navigating rugged paths and steep inclines. The setting sun cast long shadows over the landscape, but their pace did not falter. Each step carried them further from the immediate threat of the hive.
As they approached the ridge's peak, Freya paused, glancing over her shoulder at the distant horizon. "Do you think Vlad is okay?" she asked quietly. The viking princess could not hide the worry in her eyes.
