603 Secret Letters

"Keep moving," I called as I speared the group. 

The walkers were all packed underneath the sand far down below. Their numbers were incredible. At least a few million of them packed tightly like a can of sardines.

What were they doing here?

A question I can't answer right now. Something we'll only be able to find out once we find the source and reason of this amalgamation of walkers.

"That's the pass," I said as I continued moving across the sand.

In front of us was a giant rift between two mountains that seemed to lead in between them. The pass was incredibly vast, but still felt very tiny compared to the size of the mountains that were creating it.

Our group went into the pass with our eyes peeled for anything that might come at us.

"The ground here is hard rocks, there are no walkers underneath us, but don't drop your guard regardless," I said.

"Shen Mo, the mountains, they're not… natural," said old Fu.