"Well, I am among the mountains again...."
Ash muttered as his eyes wandered over the vast expanse before him. Endless mountains stretched in every direction, their jagged peaks piercing the clouds and fading into the distant haze, as though the horizon itself had no end.
The wind howled between the cliffs, carrying the faint metallic tang of ore and the earthy scent of stone. Somewhere far below, he could hear the distant rumble of water running through hidden rivers inside the rock.
Like the elves, whose entire continent was swallowed in forests and roots, the dwarves lived deep beneath the ground. This continent of mountains was their foundation — a land rich with endless ore veins and rare minerals.
But unlike the elven lands, it was not the safest of places. The elves would tirelessly clear their dungeons, knowing that if one were left to break, it could devour entire swaths of their forests.
