The Peak was described as a towering mountain several thousand meters tall, with a sharply curved ridge at its summit that resembled a giant hook clawing at the sky. Even in heavy snowfall, something that distinctive should be visible from a distance, provided he was not too far away.
According to the map, Hook Peak lay to the west of his general location.
Han Yu straightened and lifted his gaze, scanning the horizon carefully. Snow obscured much of his view, but far off, beyond several overlapping ridgelines, he thought he glimpsed a darker silhouette rising higher than the others.
It was not clear enough to be certain.
But it was something.
That alone made it his best option.
Even if he veered slightly off course, moving west would not drag him deeper toward the Central Region. It might lengthen his journey, but length was preferable to oblivion.
