"In that direction, lies death." Dario said, pointing. "And that's the safest path to the Seventh Peak."
It had been three days since they passed the Whispering Crags, and Ren still shuddered from the memory.
The voices had hounded them every step of the way, trying every possible trick to get them to reveal their every secret. It had felt like being wrung out by a particularly slimy and barbed tongue.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how one looks at it, they were on the final obstruction between themselves and the Seventh Peak.
"So, that's it?" Nero asked, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the thick mist curling around the tiny strip of road that led to their destination. This time, he wasn't wearing his mask, revealing his handsome face.
On both sides of the road leading to the Seventh Peak was a yawning abyss through which the wind howled. No matter how much they peered at the darkness down in the distance, they couldn't see the bottom.
