The place Weed and Smith arrived at after passing through a black gate was a jet-black stone mountain without a single growing tree .
It was definitely not going to be a normal stone mountain.
The stone was jet black with holes all over, and a river flowed through the area.
- Waaaaah. - Save us. Save us. - Let me escape from this pain.
The river cried out. It was wailing like a ghost.
‘Is this the River of Lamentation?’
There were quite a number of sculptures on the stone mountain.