The road towards the City of Xeantra was not that easy.

When Edison and I got off the wide grassland just behind the rim of mountains where we encountered the three werewolves who attacked us, we strode straight ahead down the rough and dry land.

Five more hours and we entered a rocky ravine that was famously called the ravine of death because the bandits from older times used to throw the bodies of their victims in this place.

The area was almost covered with a thick fog as the clouds descended on this place to make it look more eerie and cold. The shadows of the mountains made the...