Moonlight and the black cat were playing around by the campfire. After spending a few days together, the black cat had clearly become much more lively, no longer as timid and wary as before.
Raylo had given the black cat a very fitting name: "Coal Ball."
The night passed uneventfully.
In the early morning, before the thin mist had completely dispersed, the Allied Army of the Black Stone and Amber Territories set out on their journey once more.
The rest of the march was relatively smooth. Along the way, they only encountered a few small, unlucky groups of Magical Beasts, which the Knights dispatched with ease.
On the afternoon of the second day, the army arrived at the edge of a rolling mountain range.
Ahead, a majestic and precipitous mountain peak pierced the clouds like a sharp sword. The mountain face was a dark red, with towering, sheer cliffs that exuded an ancient and desolate aura.
