Far to the east of Europa, more than a thousand miles north of the border shared by the Haynam Empire and the Sovereign Union, lay a vast mountain range swallowed by mist.
The Mourning Mountains.
Jagged peaks rose high into the sky, but their true height was rarely seen. Thick gray fog stuck to the mountains at all hours, rolling endlessly between the ridges and valleys. The mists were so dense that even seasoned travelers could lose their way within seconds.
Trails vanished without warning, and landmarks disappeared behind shifting curtains of fog. Compasses and other navigational tools were often rendered useless.
Because of this, few people ever dared to cross the region.
Most travelers and merchants avoided it entirely, choosing longer routes rather than risking the dangerous terrain and the disorienting mists.
Yet deep within this concealed wilderness, hidden among the fog-covered mountains, the Cult of Bones had established a secret base.
