Three days later, a precipitous mountain path in a place where the mountains are steep.
On one side of the mountain path, the sheer peak thrusts into the clouds like a sharp sword, with almost vertical cliffs adorned with bizarre rocks; some resembling fierce beast heads, others like huge stones on the verge of falling. On the other side is a bottomless abyss, from which the sound of rushing water faintly echoes. This path is rugged and perilous; in its most dangerous parts, the stone road disappears, replaced by large wooden planks driven into the mountain wall, forming a precarious walkway.
At this moment, just as dawn was breaking, the mountains were shrouded in mist, occasionally pierced by the distant calls of unknown birds and beasts.
As the path opened up, the narrow, winding trail suddenly broadened, revealing a flat area within the misty cliffs, where the lights of an inn emitted a soft golden glow in the morning mist.
An inn was actually nestled here!
