Severed World [4]

Whoosh!

A calm wind blew through the air, unobstructed.

Four pairs of feet touched ground on this rocky plain, their eyes darting around to assess the situation.

There was nothing behind them.

A cliff that dropped into a void of blackness marked the edge of the world. The only way one could go was forward.

1000 kilometers away, the faint outline of a misty rainforest could barely be made out through the fog that obstructed it, and though the cliff behind the group only meant death, the one before them was their first hurdle.

Ghost King's Crevice.

Covered in a layer of ghostly fog that contained countless evil spirits and demons, this crevice spanned almost a thousand kilometers, a distance impossible to fly over with the strength restriction.

'According to the jade slip, it's almost impossible to cross the crevice without the help of a guide, but before we look for one…'