If anyone had been looking north of the mountain near the city of Arceum, their jaw would drop upon seeing the convoy moving north. A young man, accompanied by an armoured warrior was heading north, through the trodden dirt road that nearly no one used anymore. About four dozen skeletons followed the two of them. Pickaxes and large baskets in hand, they slowly made their way up north, towards the Cloudrest mountains that floated in the distance. “So,” Kyle muttered as the distant mountains entered his view shortly after noon. “How are we supposed to even get up there?” He massaged his temples and rubbed his eyes to make sure he was actually seeing things as they were. It wasn’t just his imagination, was it? No. No, there definitely were about half a dozen mountains floating in the air. They reminded him of pictures of the icebergs he had seen in magazines. The mountains looked like those. The part that would normally be hidden underground was so, so m

The hostile gazes didn’t cease. The man who had spoken up before pushed his chair back and stood up. He stepped towards Kyle’s table and folded his arms. “I said it’s none of your business.” He growled, red faced with anger. Kyle shot him a blank look. “If you get any angrier, you’ll break a vein.” He leaned back on his chair. “And I would suggest you think twice before sending someone who can actually help away.” He shot a glance at the others. They didn’t seem quite so hostile, nor had they made any moves to try and kick him out. “We don’t trust no outsider!” The man shouted at the top of his lungs. “Saying the same thing over and over again but louder isn’t going to change anything.” Kyle said with a sigh. “Look, I’m not asking for money in return to solve your problems. I’m not asking for anything. You’ve quite literally got nothing to lose.” He shrugged. “Are you seriously going to just chase me away?” The man clenched his fists. Kyle cou

  The bridge creaked as soon as Kyle stepped onto it. The young man gulped, and tightly held onto the guard ropes on both sides of the narrow bridge. The wooden planks creaked with each step, and the bridge softly swayed in the wind. “I’m going to die.” He whispered as he moved forward. He didn’t have a fear of heights, so he had assumed it would be fine, that he would be able to get past this bridge without too many issues. Oh, how wrong he was… With his heart nearly beating out of his chest, he forced himself to move forward, even further with each step. The bridge was long, it connected the landmass with a floating mountain after all. That simple thought brough about a second one: what would happen if the mountain decided to float up just as he was still on the bridge? He gulped, and violently shook his head. No, no don’t think about that. The chances of that were incredibly low, and even Kyle wasn’t that unlucky.

  Kyle wasn’t even mildly surprised when he noticed the notification pop up with the corner of his eye. ‘New Quest: A Lost Heritage’ He furrowed his brows. “What do you want me to do?” He had some reservations about this. He didn’t know these dwarves, and being completely honest, he didn’t trust them very much either. But he was extremely curious about the relationship between the Fallen Knight Aoris, and this rowdy band of dwarves. “First of all, I want you to help us get our people out of the other mountains.” The dwarf said with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “We work all the mines in all these mountains, but somebody cut the rope bridges to the other mountains overnight.” Kyle flinched. “I thought the bridges had snapped because the mines went unmaintained for too long, and the mountain rose.” The dwarf shook his head violently. “No!” He protested. “We found the ropes – they were cut with a kn

  The crowd in the distance neared him with every passing moment, and Kyle waited patiently as they approached. He was thankful for the butler’s warning, though he had already guessed the villagers wouldn’t simply stay in their homes as he tried to do his job. He stood upright atop the large rock as they finally arrived, torches and pitchforks in hand. They had no swords or spears, no bows, or any other weapons he needed to be wary of. Just fires and pitchforks, which could be just as dangerous if he wasn’t careful. “What brings you out here at this time?” He asked as the older man who had shooed him away from the village stepped up. “I thought you people were too busy keeping your village safe – your livestock may suffer, you know.” He warned them, nodding towards the village. “We will not allow you to invite the devil worshippers back onto the mainland!” The older man declared, pointing his torch towards the bridge. “You want u