They dismounted their griffins at the city's edge, the majestic creatures folding their wings as they settled onto the ground. While the griffins could have easily soared over the towering walls, the city had strict regulations against aerial entry.
The path leading up to the gate was sparsely populated, not due to any lack of appeal, but because of the treacherous mountain trails that served as the only access point. The Snowpeak Mount, as it was known, stood in stark contrast to the gentler landscapes William was accustomed to.
"This is The Snowpeak Mount. What do you think?" Gorn asked, a hint of pride in his voice.
Even having traversed through worlds thus seeing great things back on Earth, William found himself captivated by the city's grandeur. Its ancient stone architecture, accented by the subtle shimmer of ambient magic, exuded an aura of timeless wonder.
