It was afternoon in the southeastern parts of Draconia, the land of the Weredragons. A massive endless mountain range, commonly know as The Dondrion Mountains, stood rising high into the sky.
The numerous peaks of The Dondrion Mountains were at such high altitudes, that they were always partially hidden by a white mist that surrounded the mountains.
Chris and Quax's journey towards the west had brought them right across the vast mountain range, that stood towards the middle lands of Draconia.
The two of them had climbed the mountains, since walking all around them would have taken weeks to months.
They had, however, run into more shadow creatures on top of the vast mountains, and they were busy fighting their way through them, as usual.
Quax and Chris stood on a flat rocky ground
