In the silent depths of the underground.
As Tuck's whispered prayer finished.
Above the steam altar, forged from black metal and one meter tall, an outline of [St. Land, Steam Sun] with a diameter of two meters rapidly materialized.
The light of steam dispersed the surrounding darkness, and with it, the scent of death, decay, and decline was also partly dispelled.
As the St. Land, Steam Sun emerged with intense radiance.
The remnants of the undead aura in the air were swiftly evaporated with a hissing sound.
Some undead creatures hiding in the corners were driven to even more distant places.
The entire space began to be filled with a sacred atmosphere.
The power of the sun naturally opposed the undead of these fallen lands.
"When the ancient god's wail came, there must have been no shortage of undead creatures here."
Tuck muttered to himself.
His gaze swept across the nearby domains shattered by death, which were crammed with endless undead.
