The entire Iron Height was one big island, with the lowest lows of it submerged deep under the ocean and the highest peaks of it reaching so far into the sky that they pierced the clouds.
But its drastic geography was still not the most unusual thing about it.
It was the fact that all of it was actually the corpse of a fearsome Unholy Spirit Beast that the entire humanity had to unite to defeat two hundred years ago.
The creature had been so enormous that even in death, its body had become a landmass. Its rocky flesh had hardened into mountains, and its calcified bones had turned into cavernous tunnels.
But to reach all of that, we first needed to sail through the Misty Belt.
The Misty Belt was appropriately named, if you liked understatements. It was a ring of pale fog surrounding Iron Height for hundreds of miles.
And obviously it wasn't any ordinary fog. There were things living in this fog that would drive you crazy if they found you alone.
