The convoy ground to a halt in a vast clearing at the foot of the majestic Ayzion Mountain Range.
Under Gunner's watchful eye, the heavy trucks, laden with equipment, formed a wide semi-circle.
Their engines rumbled ominously for a moment before falling silent, leaving only the haunting sound of wind howling through the jagged peaks.
As if painted by a master artist, the Ayzion Range dominated the horizon.
Its ridges twisted upward into colossal shapes,some peaks stubbornly clung to their snowy caps while others bled molten rock from deep fissures.
Storm clouds loomed ominously above, with flashes of lightning flickering in the distance, yet patches of sunlight bathed other sections in warmth.
This mountain range was a paradox, breathtaking yet hostile, alive with contradictions that stirred both awe and fear.
Arthur stepped down from the truck, his boots thudding against the dirt like an echo of authority.His trench coat floated lightly in the wind h
