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Blood and WaterSerrin’s Mountains dominated the horizon. Like enormous fingers, their massive forms reached up to probe the skies, aptly named for the very giant who was said to have lived there centuries ago. Serrin the Mountain Giant, a hundred-foot fae who terrorised the villages in the highlands, if the stories were to be believed. Santha was still sceptical, no matter what Dandon told her. A being so large could never have existed, could it?
Their time spent riding through the range was less exciting than their descent from Tora. That wasn’t to say it was uneventful, though—far from it. The key was a beacon, as Dandon and Hickory claimed. It attracted the company of many eldritch visitors and more than a few bizarre occurrences: pots of water boiling dry only minutes after goin
