Through the thin mist, Roland gazed at the endless cliff face before him. He shook his head gently and turned to the Guard Captain at his side.
"You are...?"
"You can call me Dylan, sir."
"Alright, Dylan."
Roland looked at Dylan, who, despite being covered in wounds, was still struggling to support another soldier. He gave a slight nod and asked,
"Captain Dylan, do you know when this mountain range... when it appeared?"
"I'm sorry, sir..."
Dylan whispered a few reassuring words to the weak soldier in his arms before shaking his head in resignation.
"We..."
He glanced around at the soldiers, nearly all of whom were injured, and sighed.
"We were originally under orders from Dean Graham, in charge of logistics and transport."
"When we first entered the Land of Mist, the fog hadn't spread this far. Later, supplies at the front grew tight, and we were ordered to turn back to find a missing transport team. But..."
His voice trailed off.
"I understand,"
Roland said.
