As the group passed through a gorge-like path, the city suddenly cleared before them. The twisted, bizarre towers were blocked behind by some invisible boundary, revealing a vast square reminiscent of the Twin Bridges Town arena.
But the square was not empty. In front of them lay countless shacks, tents, and dugouts. The surfaces of these temporary structures were covered with filthy grease, and the ground flowed with pus that was a mix of yellow and green. The air smelled like a hundred goblins who fed only on rats were farting at the same time, brutally punishing those foolish enough to take a deep breath.
