After leaving the Stone Forest, Ian plunged headfirst into a range of rolling, grayish-white mountains.
The moment he entered, he felt an atmosphere completely different from the area around the Furnace encampment.
The air was filled with a chaotic torrent of raw, unpurified Magic Power, mingled with the scents of sulfur, humus, and a certain indescribable, sickeningly sweet odor.
'Poisonous Miasma!' Ian grew vigilant. He placed a Limit-Breaking Edition of a Basic Antidote Potion in his mouth but didn't swallow it.
The map of this area was almost blank, which meant that either no Wizard Apprentices had ever set foot here, or those who did had failed to bring back any detailed information.
The mountain terrain was extremely complex. Steep rock faces were everywhere, and bottomless Rifts, like wounds upon the Earth, emanated a cold, sinister aura. Large clouds of Poisonous Miasma drifted out from these fissures, spreading with the wind.
