The wagon slowed.
Girem tugged the reins, bringing his beast to a halt near a weather-worn marker stone half-buried in moss.
The two carriages behind him rumbled to a stop shortly after, confused murmurs rising from the D-rank adventurers inside.
One of them leaned out. "Why are we stopping here?"
There was no answer.
Hazuki slowly sat up, eyes narrowing as he glanced out of the wagon.
In front of them, a winding path stretched ahead, narrow but passable—flanked by dense cliffs on one side and dark woods on the other.
The earth was dry.
The wind was quiet.
But the silence was... heavy.
Elmira peeked out beside Hazuki. "This place feels weird…"
Girem stayed quiet for a moment.
Then muttered as he leaned on the wagon rail.
"We've arrived at the edge."
Hazuki looked toward him. "Edge of what?"
The dwarf tapped the marker stone with his boot.
"This road's known by every adventurer worth their salt. One way in, one way out. Leads toward the inner mountain paths."
