The sun was high in the sky. Reynolds was currently hiking through a particularly large mountain.
“I should have entered the Anarchic Lands by now.” Reynolds himself wasn’t too clear how far he had walked, after having hurried for ten days. Reynolds generally headed in whatever direction looked the most desolate. Even if he saw cities from afar, he wouldn’t enter them.
The mountain that Reynolds was now hiking on was extremely large and took up an enormous amount of land.
After hiking for a long time, Reynolds arrived at one of the mountain peaks and gazed around him. Suddenly, he discovered that this giant mountain actually had a tiny little mountain village in the center. Reynolds licked his dry, chapped lips. Grabbing a fistful of long rattan vines, he began to climb down into the little mountain village in the center of the mountain.
This little mountain village had people inside it. When they saw Reynolds walk in, they glanced at him with curious stares.
