The ancient mountains stood silently on the earth like giants, and the interwoven ridges of the mountain ranges snaked and wound their way to the horizon.
The desolate mountains, with their bleak cliffs, exhibit the primitive beauty meticulously carved by nature.
Orland's northern territory lies even north of Hectorwa Plain.
This is the edge of the Western Continent.
...it's like the end of the world.
Rocks tumbled down the slopes of the mountainside, plunging into the deep gorge and shattering the silence here.
Brief footsteps followed one after another, stepping on this mountain path untrodden by anyone for centuries.
Several miners, burdened with their packs, clattered forward on oiled steel feet, accompanying their masters over the rugged mountains.
About forty short and sturdy figures moved along the mountain streams, the winds fluttering their cloaks.
They bore round shields and weapons, carrying short sticks in silence, like a group of steadfast moving boulders.
