Literature
Dylmion's Odyssey - Part 5.
The Black Peak was hiding like an ugly little brother in the chain of the other mountains. An ancient volcanic explosion had left its top mutilated, its sides scarred. Compared to its siblings, which were covered in green vegetation and grey-brown rocks, this peak had never shed its mourning dress. Volcanic basalt piled on each other, pulverizing tuff made the climbing difficult, and hidden obsidian stumps made the surface sharp to touch. It was no wonder the horn-thieves avoided the mountain, as it would have cut their soft feet open instantly. But this peak also appeared to be a pariah to all other living beings. Not even a tiny patch of grass could be seen anywhere, just as there were no birds, not even insects. The unwelcoming effect was crowned by the nose-wrenching stench of sulphur that permeated everything.
Many legends and myths surrounded this unpleasant place. One claimed that ages ago, at the dawn of the ancient golden age, the gods defeated the last titan that dared to
