Arad and Gojo walked through the snow.
They soon saw a forest of endless great oak and pine trees, expansive and limitless, stubbornly clinging to life in the unforgiving cold. At its heart, a thin and lonesome jagged mountain rested, towering over the ancient trees like a stake hammered by the gods; its snow-clad peak licking the soft clouds.
Gojo pointed at the mountain, his breath frigid and cold. His eyes, though, were locked into the one hope that he knew hid there.
"There should be a magic stone mine at the mountain's base. With it, we could quickly build fortifications to withstand monster attacks with a bit more ease."
Mana stones were crystallized mana that hardened over thousands of years. Mines were extremely rare, so Gojo knew of all the mines that existed in his kingdom, and he had even been looking for more mines deep underground to power the rapid growth of the land.
