Beneath the shimmering expanse of the sky, Albrecht stood at the edge of the First Outerlayer, a world both enchanting and treacherous. Looming mountains framed the landscape, their rocky surfaces interspersed with patches of verdant greenery. As he took in the scene, a mix of nostalgia and determination coursed through him. Memories of the Medusa Clan flickered in his mind—whispers of a time when they thrived before the encroachment of humans shattered their existence.