Green Poison Peak…
The Green Poison Peak loomed ahead like a malevolent specter, shrouded in a thick, emerald mist that twisted unnaturally in the wind. The very air carried a faint tang of toxicity, a subtle warning that the weak had no place here.
Kent stood at the foot of the peak, the sealed letter from the Hall Master tucked safely inside his robe. His golden eyes gleamed as he observed the narrow, jagged pathway leading upward. Dark vines coiled around the stone steps, pulsating faintly as if alive. A deep hiss echoed from within the mist—signs that this climb would be anything but easy.
He smiled. "Well, let's see what you've got."
A few hundred steps up, Kent reached a black river, its waters bubbling with lethal poison. The stone bridge that once connected the two sides had long crumbled, leaving a gap too wide for an ordinary leap.
Kent crouched and picked up a small stone, tossing it into the river.
Sssss!
The rock instantly melted, dissolving into nothing.
