741. The Filter

Over the clouds, they crossed the vast distance much faster than it had taken Sylvester to reach the capital. Above the cities, vast deadlands, and changing scenery, they moved further and further south towards the uninhabitable mountains. 

Eventually, the signs of civilizations completely vanished, and the view changed. Beneath the ominous, blood-red sky was a mountain range of colossal proportions, a sight of both beauty and terror. Towering peaks, reaching into the heavens that defied mortal comprehension, cast long, sinister shadows over the rugged terrain below. 

The ground below, an expansive tapestry of crimson-hued stones, stretches endlessly, bearing witness to the weight of eons. A realm untouched by the greenery of life, save for sporadic patches where rare and toxic flora emerge, their twisted forms a testament to the sinister essence that permeated the air.

"That's Mount Doomsday."