After a few hours, Darryl finally arrived at Haze Mountain, at the edge of the Great East.

Haze Mountain was located north of the Great East and stretched on for many kilometers. One of the gorges was always cloaked in a fog due to the thickness of the forests that surrounded it. That was how it had gotten its name.

He had finally made it.

Darryl landed slowly. His gaze locked onto Haze Mountain as he was overwhelmed with emotion.

He had to pass through the gorge at Haze Mountain, and he would be out of the Great East for good.

At the thought, Darryl took a deep breath as he slowly made his way to Haze Mountain.

After a journey that lasted several hours, Darryl was pretty exhausted. He decided to enter Haze Mountain and find a spot to rest.

What?

He had barely taken a few steps when he stopped. Darryl stared at the hundreds of meters ahead of him and frowned.

He saw a man and a woman at a clearing not far away. They had panicked expressions on their faces.

The man looked to b