Two days later, Jared and the others finally reached the Nether Mountain Range.

It was a range shrouded in black fog.

The peaks rose steep and sharp, the ravines cut deep, and everywhere were jagged rocks and strange, unrecognizable plants.

The fog drifted through the mountains, blocking out the sunlight. The entire range sat under a heavy, oppressive dimness.

“This is the Nether Mountain Range,” Edric said quietly. “It’s covered in ghostly miasma year-round. Outsiders who enter can easily lose their sense of direction.”

“Our Ghost Clan has hidden here for thousands of years, and the celestials still haven’t found our exact location.”

Jared nodded and followed him into the fog.