In the depths of the Undead territory.
Layers of ominous clouds block the sunlight from reaching this land.
Even at high noon, the entire Undead realm appears unusually dark.
A bone-chilling wind sweeps across, producing sounds akin to screams and wails.
Various plants nearby are wilting, with bare black branches revealing holes, even some tree trunks show part of a white bone protruding.
It's as if the bones and plants are entwined together.
Along the way, one can see ruins and the remains of many destroyed villages.
These have become bases for many Undead.
They linger around the villages, sitting against walls without moving.
Seemingly in wait for an ambush, yet occasionally disturbed by other Undead wandering around.
A humanoid Skeleton carries a rusty, chipped steel sword, wandering aimlessly on the ground.
Its walking posture is awkward, each step dragging along.
The steel sword scrapes against the ground, producing a piercing metallic sound.
At this moment.
