The plateau atop the mighty mountain was covered with a circular set of buildings owned by the Verdant Warriors Sect.
They were dull colors, simple shades of black, gray and dark red.
Clearly, the constructor of such buildings didn't care much about appearance, and focused on functionality instead.
However, those practicing their martial arts within the vast training grounds of the Sect were anything but dull.
Their punches crackled like thunder and sent shockwaves that could pop a normal man's ears.
Their physique was of a destructive and destroying quality. Ripped muscles that adorned their tanned bodies, taller than the average man by several feet.
Their punches cracked the hardest of metals. Their stomps shattered mountains. Their rhythmic shouts shook the air.
