Chapitre 249: Plummeting.

night time

Griffin Peak's terrain was a rocky mixture of sand and leaves, with paths that seemed nonexistent. At least, that was what the outer region looked like.

—Doom

A shirtless male figure jumped down from a formation of rocks to the ground below before proceeding to walk forward slowly. Unless one was from a warlock clan with the innate ability to fly, they would have to depend solely on their physical strength to move around on Griffin Peak.

This was especially tasking because of the incredibly tough terrain.

The Griffin clan could fly, so they didn't bother creating roads or pathways for easy movement. It was a massive inconvenience for anyone who made their way here.

"Hmm," as the figure walked forward, the clear skies soon became visible to him. He had reached the edge of the mountain.