Li sat atop the round head of the Vukanovi, feeling it lurching ever so slightly up and down as it scaled its way down the last of the three Triforge mountains. It had taken the entire rest of the day to travel across the mountains, even with the dwarven bridges still connecting them.
The sheer scale of the mountains made Li realize even more that at its height, the dwarven kingdom must have been truly exceptional. But now, there was but silence.
But, as Li tuned into his senses, the silence around the mountains was not eerie. Clinging with death and rot. With the undeath haze lifted from the mountains, they returned instead to a natural kind of silence.
The haze had killed off most life, but already, Li could see little bits of life starting to peak. Tiny sparkles of green that registered on his sight that meant that the rocky earth could finally welcome plants other than the bleached or blackened kind that grew in undead areas.