The sky was gloomy and dark, with massive, heavy clouds that seemed as if they could crush down at any moment.
The dismal land below was filled with continuous hills, the ground barren of vegetation, composed only of black rocks and mixed soil.
Some areas were piled up with debris of unknown materials, whether wood or metal, scattered about.
Crack.
A black boot accidentally stepped on a metal fragment, emitting a crisp sound as it broke the fragment in half.
Quietly, a procession of people dressed in black, resembling centipedes, slowly crawled over a hill toward a distant cluster of dilapidated building ruins.
In the group of people in black, each carried a longsword or a bundle, draped in black raincoats, heads bowed in silence, rushing towards their destination.
Among them, the one in the middle slightly turned his head to the right, revealing half of his pale jaw.
