Dark mountain was name of a continent.
It was derived from the enormous mountain that grew out from it and beared the same name.
The continent itself was dark. The soil was soot and the rocks, obsidian.
The sun never shined there... and the moon along with it.
This place was the home of all dark elves and the dwarves.
They were beings with the greatest war technology.
Non-magic items that could make an island unhabitable.
Items that could make the monarchs drool like a toddler waiting for dinner.
Yet, despite all they had, they couldn't stop one rampaging celestial.
Asher wasn't exactly rampaging, he was only swiping his hands casuu and eating raw meat from time to time. It wasn't even en exercise. It was free dinner.
"S-saviour?"
Asher heard a vaguely familiar voice call out from behind him but he couldn't remember where he'd heard it.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!