Three days later, the Scar of Withering.
If viewed from high above, one would find that this area, covered in a thick yellow-green fog, was roughly triangular in shape.
Aside from the central expanse which was completely obscured by dense mist, with dark green clouds filling the sky.
There were clearly defined boundaries in the north, southwest, and southeast regions.
The fog in the southwest was yellow-green.
This place was a silent flower garden, yet the ground was covered with uniquely shaped flowers.
The flowers varied in size, with some as large as trees and others merely fist-sized.
But each flower had thick petals and sturdy stems, and whether dark purple, crimson, or ink green, they all carried a fishy stench as if corpses were buried beneath them.
Suddenly, a series of urgent bird calls shattered the silence, followed by a shadow flitting across the flowerbeds.
Then came the sound of chaotic footsteps.
