Lex walked past decimated fortifications and abandoned steam tanks. The other end of the Iron Bridge was littered with the remains of a fierce battle, torn bodies scattered across the ground.
Perched on his shoulders, Midnight exhibited a keen sense of alertness. Seeking comfort, she affectionately rubbed her head against his.
She eventually settled down as he gently stroked her as he ventured into the overgrown Wildlands, a realm teeming with untamed nature and monsters that roamed the land.
Navigating carefully through the lively grasslands. The atmosphere buzzed with the symphony of rustling leaves, distant roars, and the mysterious calls of monsters.
As he progressed, the landscape transformed from grasslands to a land of rivers and marshes.
Monsters of various shapes and sizes roamed freely, engaged in their natural behaviors.
