Mountain
The early morning sun broke over the jagged peaks, casting golden rays across the frost-kissed landscape. A crisp breeze rustled the pine branches, carrying the earthy scent of moss and damp soil. Cautiously, Poison made their way along the trail, careful to watch their footing. Occasionally pausing to decipher the map provided by Toxin. The map showed the isomara to a grove that had herbs the witch wanted to study. As Poison stu...