The Aurum Mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist year-round. The vapors drifted ethereally, making the range look as if it were veiled in a thin, white gauze—hazy and mysterious from a distance.
Sunstone was a small hill on the outermost edge of the Aurum Mountains, not even qualifying as a proper peak.
Its only advantage was a spring-like climate all year, with pleasant scenery perfect for plant growth.
Dean Morgan walked briskly along the path up the mountain. While he was recovering from his injuries, Beta and Benjamin Morgan had told him countless stories of Aurora Sinclair's incredible feats. This made him eager to meet her master.
'If I could receive his guidance, perhaps I could break through to the level of a Martial Arts Master.'
But great masters often had strange eccentricities, and it wasn't his place to simply ask. The budding hope in Dean Morgan's heart was forcibly suppressed.
