The Place of Worship, spanning over a thousand square meters, should have been a picturesque valley blanketed in beautiful lush greenery. Historical records indicate that, enveloped by mountains, the area was warm and wet all year-round, a veritable haven for blossoming flowers and teeming wildlife. When the ancestral worship party arrived, they would pay their respect to the ancestors amidst the fragrant blooms, asking for the blessings of the tribal forefathers to protect the vast plains in the coming year. As the beastmen paid their respect to their ancestors, bold little creatures would gather around them, their curious eyes watching these giants perform actions they could not understand. Here, in this sacred place of souls, humans and animals learned to coexist in harmony to some extent.
But now, all of those elements were gone: no flowers, no grass, no small creatures, and no worshipping crowds. This place had turned into a cursed realm ruled by death.
