"It is said that many had tried reaching the peak." Alai said as she squinted her eyes at the mountain, with a storm surrounding it. "But few have nearly made it."
The dragon roared above the clouds up front.
After stepping out of the carriage, Phthonus, Alai, and Kali all looked heavenward at the towering spire of grass. The mountain seemed to have extended several feet in the air, piercing the blanket of clouds, inviting anyone foolish enough to climb it.
Aletha and Asahi stepped forth, their boots crunched on a carpet of brittle leaves, feeling the mountain's agony. The giant pine trees shook in rapid movements, like dandelions in a sea of flowers.
At an instant, they clutched their claws that Ubel gave them, then tightly punctured it through the earth like grappling gloves; its hooks cleaving through the soil. He lunged forward, then back.
