Chapter Twenty-Three“Company, halt!” bellowed Langon, and the sea of Elzorath quickly drew their merychs to a standstill.
They had reached the base of the northernmost peak of the Kaberian Mountains, which they had been skirting since that morning. A tall array of ridges now lay to their right, and behind it, a jagged range of mountains stretched south as far as the eye could see. To their left, hundreds more miles of desert vied for the men's attention, as if both terrains were locked in an epic battle as to which one was more inhospitable.
The Kaberian Mountain range, which effectively bisected the Praskian Desert like a long, jagged scar, was by far the largest range on Elystra, stretching all the way to the southern wetlands before curving to the east, according to the maps they'd se
