The blood of three worlds

Erzelus’s POV

We were finally getting close to the peak of Macabantrah mountain after we spent the last several days hiking and circling through the web of its narrow inlets, ravines and chasms, which heaped into an enormous chain of rocky stalactites. Indeed, Macabantrah is really an entry to the Macabre zone of Wengarthria, as its name says. Massive blocks of basalt black stones were cramping every corner of our surroundings, veins of ember circling through them. Basalt stones were encrusted with clusters of onyx pebbles that shone ominously, each pebble looking like it held harrowing secrets. Tattered, barren willows were creating sinister alleys which hung and flailed from each stone above us, clogging already narrow passages. Their branches with dried leaves were always on our way, hurdling our challenging rise up the Macabantrah slope. However, when looking more carefully, you could see that each dried leaf on those branches had a little onyx pebble smeared with a subtle ruby g