Chapter 250: Kind Friendly Mountain Residents

Running from the war trolls while adhering to the many rules of the mountains was exhausting. At times, they were forced to stop and leave offerings at shrines - macabre structures of skulls and bones draped in tattered red fabric.

The air around them was thick with the scent of decay and something more - something wrong. Scattered throughout the mountain paths were cryptic warnings, messages scrawled in a language long forgotten.

Yet, the hardest challenge wasn't deciphering these signs. Stopping when something noticed them.