On a blood-red, dark land.
Dark clouds hang low overhead, allowing only a faint glimmer of sunlight to pass through.
The entire land is perpetually shrouded in the gloom of rainy weather.
The vegetation and trees on the ground appear as if stained black by blood-red, becoming bizarre and twisted.
In the dark environment, a creepy discomfort arises.
"This damned place, inhale~ exhale!"
A human scout, cloaked and hunched while walking, cursed under his breath.
"Shut up, focus if you want to stay alive." There seems to be another scout ahead, possibly the captain.
There are several other companions nearby.
They are spread out widely, but each one is cautiously observing as they advance.
Observing while noting some details, whether it's the vegetation or the geographical environment.
This is clearly a scout team.
Suddenly, a slight feeling of tinnitus emerges.
