Chapter 6040

Jared and Luther launched from the black-ice ramparts of Coldabyss City, twin streaks—one gray, one jet-black—ripping into the vast western sky.

Wind tore at their sleeves, but neither slowed. The western region was waiting.

Between the northern lands and that distant frontier stretched hundreds of thousands of miles of wilderness and shattered kingdoms. Even at full speed, the journey meant long, relentless days in the air.

To avoid celestial patrols and hidden checkpoints, they chose the most desolate route available.

The Godgrave Mountains straddled the border between the northern and central regions.

They followed the range’s shadowed spine westward, trusting isolation over any so-called safe road.

Legends claimed the mountains were an ancient battlefield where gods and fiends once clashed. Jagged peaks pierced the heavens, their tips swallowed by a suffocating veil of gray-black death mist.