"Long night is coming!" Arriving at the edge of Central Cloud Island, Muria looked down from above, and the biting chill of the high altitude wind brought him not discomfort, but a sense of refreshing coolness.
Muria remembered when he first arrived on this subcontinent, looking out over the land to see a vibrant scene of life. That sight of a sea of greens, now unseen, was replaced by a grayscale fog covering the land. Beneath the cover of this fog, the earth was lifeless and sombre, bringing an eerie discord.
According to the information he obtained, this deathly qi would thicken with time, throwing the entire world into a long night. When that time comes, it would be a carnival for the undead.
