Paths in the Crimson Mountains never stayed the same. Just like the fog, this was also one of the mysteries of the vampire territory.
It was a common legend that there were magical formations beneath every one of these mountains. These formations made sure that the location of two mountains never stayed the same for more than a few hours.
A road that existed at dawn could be a cliff by dusk. A pass you trusted yesterday might be swallowed whole by a root-backed slide the next hour.
That meant travel here was never about maps alone. Drivers and scouts earned their stripes by reading the skies rather than the ground. There was an entire network of vampires dedicated to this.
However, the information was only available to high-tier nobles. Commoners like him had to either cough up the gold coins for the carriage rides or go through endless struggles just to reach a random place.
