Mountains stretched endlessly into the horizon, their twisted peaks slicing the clouds and vanishing into the pale blue sky. The sheer scale of the range made the world feel small—insignificant. These craggy giants stood like ancient sentinels, silent and unmoving, forming a natural fortress where shadows thrived and secrets endured.
The Eastern Highlands.
A place so wild and unyielding that even Gold-rank experts found themselves humbled here. These highlands had long served as a sanctuary for the region's most dangerous criminals—a refuge carved into the bones of the world itself.
Over the years, gangs and fugitives had etched their existence into the very rock, crafting an intricate web of tunnels and hidden escape routes. Only they knew the true map of these depths. That alone made it nearly impossible to wipe them out. Even elite search parties found themselves circling endlessly, chasing echoes through stone.
