The dimness of the night covered the fields, and the night winds blew, causing the dark grass to flutter like the feathers of crows. Across the plains from the Dawn Cathedral, in a place known as Corpse Plains at the end of the ashen hillocks, stood tower upon tower, castle upon castle, and rampart upon rampart, all made of bones and constructed by the Priests of Life overnight.
This fortress was formidable and impregnable with not a single weakness. It was built with Holy Bones by medium-tier sorcerers, its durability far surpassing any steel fortress in the world, impervious to any physical firepower, even capable of withstanding a strike from a demigod.
It was High Priest Robes's pride, the masterpiece of his life.
The legions of the Life Esoteric Church were stationed within the Corpse Plains. The corpse transport teams from all over the southern front had to pass through this fortress, ensuring a continuous supply of sorcerer corpses.
