On the way out of the black market.
“Why are the Sacred Mountains called the Sacred Mountains?”
This question might sound a little nonsensical, but the Great Hoodwinker’s interest was aroused when he heard it. He answered Milo, “Actually, this mountain range did not have a name in the past. Everyone was caught up with trying to survive in these wastelands, so why would anyone care to remember its name? Moreover, the terrain around here had also changed since The Cataclysm. Later, the Pyro Company only named this place the Sacred Mountains after they set up a research laboratory here and cordoned it off.”
“I keep getting the feeling that this name sounds a little religious. It’s somewhat awkward to hear it being called that,” Milo muttered.
“It has nothing to do with religion at all. The Pyro Company only believes in genetics.” The Great Hoodwinker said with a sigh, “However, there’s a rumor circulating among a minority of people that this is hallowed ground. The Panaqua Consortium defined the Marador Mountains as hallowed ground as well, but now that the Marador Mountains have been destroyed, no one dares to explore there anymore.”
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