Thick, leaden clouds slowly churned, as though they might press down to the ground, creating an oppressive atmosphere that nearly suffocated people.
The reddish-brown, cold hard ground, like rocks stained with blood, was dry and dead silent. Bones littered everywhere, stretching farther than the eye could see, not just human skeletons but also the desiccated remains of giant birds over ten meters long, lion carcasses twenty meters in length, and dragon bones measuring seventy to eighty meters.
This was a Death Battlefield at the junction of the eastern and western parts of the Continent, desolate and lonely. Even Fire Seed Creatures rarely ventured here, for it was an Ominous Land.
Legend had it that throughout the inexorable passage of time, numerous mighty Kings had fallen here, and eventually, no one dared to enter lightly.
