At the top of Titan's Crown mountain range, everything was covered by frost, and there, nestled at the summit, one was greeted by the sight of a vast wall of mist.
It rose like a barrier stretching over a hundred meters in height, vanishing into the white clouds, and from a distance, one might have easily mistaken it for a raging snowstorm.
However, it was not a storm, as it didn't swirl or shift. The wall of fog was unnaturally calm, too calm, and it stood perfectly still, like a veil placed around something hidden from the world.
It stretched across the entire gap, reaching from one mountain peak to the next, disappearing into both the horizon and the sky above.
Beside that mist wall, scattered along the slopes and outer edge of the dungeon's entrance, were a dozen camps. Canvas tents and insulated domes with campfires burning bright, surrounded by adventurers in cold-resistant armor.
