Death was not unfamiliar to the wastelands surrounding the city of Elysium.
But the death that occurred here, in this forgotten patch, carried a different taste; a taste like burnt copper and festering flesh.
The battle had just ended.
A crushing, savage, and epic battle by every measure. An alliance of three elite guilds—one hundred of the finest A- and B-rank hunters—stood as an impenetrable human wall to repel a massive horde of Ruin Abominations that had nearly breached the city's outer walls.
The battlefield was no longer natural terrain.
It had transformed into an abstract painting of hell.
The ground had been pulverized until it turned into sticky black mud, riddled with deep craters filled with a viscous mixture of the monsters' acidic green blood and the pure crimson blood of humans.
Bodies—human and abominable—were piled like hills, shattered luxurious armor tangled with torn limbs and spilled entrails writhing with earthworms.
