Chapter 151: Mount Blanc
Finally, after a week of travel filled with cautious movement and playful squabbles, they arrived.
Mount Blanc loomed before them—no longer the serene, snow-veiled giant once whispered of in history books, but a wrathful colossus that scraped at the heavens with fire and fury.
Where once the gentle clouds had embraced its majestic peaks, a sinister transformation had taken place.
Now, the skies were choked with ash, swirling in a chaotic maelstrom of deep crimson and ominous black, resembling a furious tempest conjured by a vengeful deity.
As thunder rumbled ominously beneath the surface, it reverberated through the air like the hollow groan of ancient stones shifting under the weight of unseen forces, accompanied by the fiery hiss of pressurized flame escaping from deep within the earth.
The air itself tasted like iron and smoke. Ash drifted downward in gentle spirals, soft as snow but hot enough to blister skin on contact.
Screeches echoed from the mountaintop—piercing, guttural things that sounded less like animals and more like the tortured cries of the mountain itself.
The earth at their feet was cracked and bone-dry, veins of glowing magma running through it like molten lightning. Every few seconds, a distant roar would ripple from within the volcano’s throat, as if it resented being disturbed.
Alex paused at the boundary. His eyes narrowed, scanning the transformed terrain.
This place reeked of rage.
"This was supposed to be a mountain, right?" Nyxara muttered from his shoulder, her tone oddly subdued.