The cavalry advanced cautiously as they neared the base of the imposing rock mountain.
The ground grew uneven, littered with smaller stones that clattered beneath their horses' hooves.
The towering cliffs loomed above them like jagged teeth, casting long, menacing shadows in the fading light.
The once confident march of the knights had turned hesitant, their eyes darting nervously at every crack and crevice.
The oppressive silence was broken only by the sound of wind whistling through the rocks and the faint, ominous echoes of falling debris in the distance.
A knight near the front of the formation pulled back on his reins, causing his horse to rear slightly.
"My lord, this place feels… wrong," he murmured, his voice trembling despite his attempt to sound calm.
"Hold your tongue," barked another knight, his face pale but resolute. "We are here on Baron Geisler's orders. Do not falter now."
