The once beautiful town where players feel the slightest thread of relief from the chase of death and fatigue has now become a remnant of its past self.
Bodies with missing flesh and limbs littered the ground in a fantastical image of lunacy enhanced by the beauty of glowing green orbs.
Without the dark doorways that paved the way for those corpses of past players, the shadows of those walking corpses began to diminish. Either crushed by falling rubble or given eternal rest from others.
Only a few establishments within the town were standing in perfect condition. A jarring difference in comparison to the destruction of the land in its surroundings. As if protected by some undeniable force even the devils could not interfere with. Those buildings along with the owner of those shops await in cold dispassion, sight focused on the happenings outside.
Spectating and waiting.
Waiting patiently for the trial to end.
"Keys?"
