Two days passed.
Silas looked out from the window and saw the mountain peak, towering over the sky, piercing. The dominating pressure created from the sight filled the group with dread and awe.
Silas got down from the carriage and nodded. He changed his clothes from the noble attire to the adventure outfits. He placed his sword on his back and wore a black glove.
He looked around at his group and clapped his hand to get their attention.
"Let's split."
Everyone nodded. Just as they discussed the group will split in two and go on their respective missions.
The first group was Silas and Roland. The two men.
The second group was Ice-pick and Luna. And the final group was Old Gin and Isvendar.
He had ordered Old Gin to stay here and guarded the carriage and his fiance. Their only goal for the next week was stay alive here and waited for their trumpet return.
