In the heart of a desolate clearing, shrouded in ashen fog, a couple stood hand in hand. One with raven black hair and dark aura that seemed to absorb all lights and one with silver hair, shimmering like a lone starlight in the darkness.
They were gazing towards an imposing mass of shadows and jagged peaks that was dominating the horizon. It looked like a mountain of darkness with a summit lost in the oppressive blackness of the skies above.
Tendrils of dark fogs danced and writhed like living entities around them, never getting too close, as if hesitant to come between them.
"That's our destination," Zeke said as he pointed into the pitch darkness ahead of them.
"So, we're close," Alicia whispered. The news didn't excite her no matter how much she told herself to be glad they're finally reaching the place.
"Mn," Zeke confirmed with a nod.