The city was built on the edge of the valley that looked like a basin encompassing all life within it. The road leading toward the city was filled with undead monsters that seemed to patrol the area rather than seek to harm anyone.
Arthur and his companion reached the city gates in a few hours, right as the sunlight was being replaced by darkness. The guard blocking their path was filled with stitches, had unhealthy pale skin, and only grunted at them.
As Loyalty was paying some kind of fee for entering the city, Arthur looked at the countless undead that seemed to coexist with the giant humans, the dwarves, and the other races that Arthur didn't recognize.
"Most people here are wanderers who came into this realm by chance," Loyalty said after they were allowed through the gates. "You'll see all kinds of races mixed together. You can consider this an astral refugee camp."
"And the Sovereign of Death is fine with it?"
