The road became narrower as they traveled northwest.
Greyford was already several miles behind them, its walls barely visible through the morning haze. The familiar sound of merchants and wagon wheels had disappeared, replaced by the steady rhythm of their footsteps and the occasional cry of a bird somewhere among the hills.
John walked near the front of the group, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat.
The Ashen Range was visible now.
The mountains stretched across the horizon like a dark wall. Unlike the greener hills surrounding Greyford, the slopes of the range were covered in gray rock and patches of dead-looking vegetation. Some peaks disappeared into low clouds.
John had seen plenty of dangerous places during his journey.
This one still made him cautious.
Not because of the mountains themselves.
Because of what was inside them.
He could feel it.
A faint pull came from somewhere beyond the distant peaks.
The second fragment of the Great Dragon's Legacy.
