The two of them soon reached the end of the forest and faced a small mountain, not as tall as the others, bald and without a snow hat. The brown peak looked as if it belonged in a desert, not here beside a large forest and a literal swamp.
Ganta could feel that something was wrong. She looked at the mountain with a worried face, trying to pin down the source of the worry she felt. Arad soon explained what she was feeling in a calm tone.
"The mountain isn't natural. I guess one of the dragons built it. It must've taken them months, if not years, to build with the standard application of earth magic. I saw the dragons build ramps for my castle. It is never quick." Arad was hiding inside Ganta's clothes, nestled in her chest, hiding between the two warm mounds. He wanted to hide in her hair, but she put him there instead. Said that he'd remind her of spiders if he hid in her hair, which she didn't like.
