It took almost six hours of a very painful journey before Gelacian Kryptos finally managed to reach the jagged peak of the mountain.
Naked it was, devoid of any sand as well. Just a stony flat base for a feast of eyes. The only noticeable object residing here was the sinister orange light coming out of a small carved in cave on one of the sides of the surface.
Probably carved by someone.
Gelacian Kryptos was breathing heavily, his heart beating at an exponential rate. He had been putting too much strain on his body lately. It was inevitable for him to experience such excruciating. Even the movement of his limbs were proving to be an astronomical task.
But somehow, he still managed to put heavy, thudded steps on the flat top of the mountain, on a sinister plain where the jaggedness of the peak seemed to be artificially altered, as if sliced by a gargantuan sword.
