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"I am", Ran confirmed, squeezing her hand back.

As the group descended the slopes on the western side of the Valus Mountain range the rose slowly rose up over the landscape that was once the mainland of Morrowind. Centuries ago, during the early fourth era, the Red Mountain had erupted and rendered the majority of the enviroment of the nation into a wasteland of ash.

Though the land had slowly recovered, the scars of the destruction could still be seen. The dirt they were walking on was in fact hardened ash. Strange rock formations stuck up from the ground like gigantic teeth and gave the whole landscape a rather surrealistic and ominous look to it. It barely felt as if they were in Tamriel anymore. They could as well have been walking on a dried out portion of the sea, or another celestial body. In the far distance they could see the Red Mountain tower up before them, smoke still rising from its crater, the Inner Sea surrounding the island of Vvardenfell.

There once was a time where this land had been thriving. Where there had been paved roads, entire cities housing the thousands and millions of Dunmer that had once been living here. And now it was all gone and forgotten. A civilization lost to the ages, to crumble and return to the ash from where it once had arisen.

Ran'Jinro did not know where they would begin to look. The only reports stated that the origin of the strange Beasts had come from east of the Valus Mountains, and here they were. The first Beast Slayers, if not people to have visited Morrowind ever since the time before the Great War.

"This feels... unsettling..." Beatrix said. "You sure that we are on the right track?"

"Nothing is certain", said Ran. "I know just as much about this whole ordeal as any of you do now. We just need to find... something. Anything. Anything that could give us a hint as to where these intelligent Beasts originated from."