In the distance, across a nearby, large river that brutally flowed without stop, completely dissociated from the body of water the monument of the dead was to be found, from where the vampire hunters stood, the river separated them from a cliff, countless rocks and roots sticking out from it sides, protruding from the soft dirt, little bits of the humid earth sometimes falling out into the water.
Up on this cliff, seemingly shattered and left to rot there for years, a huge caravan was to be seen, moss growing over its surface, although finding destroyed remains of something was not too surprising considering where they were, a danger zone were usually only adventurers ventured into, many people had met their ends here.