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Leaving Star Dragon Ridge and bypassing the Shadow Zone, whose aura of Calamity had long since dissipated, they continued northward.
This was the birthplace of the Undead and also an Ancient Battlefield.
The mounds of corpses had been stripped of their last scraps of flesh by wind and carrion creatures, and the spears and longswords that had pierced the torsos were corroding in a caress of rust.
The sun, slanting through the hills and the Withered Wood, stretched out shadows, elongating the dead branches and the fang-like mountain range, resembling Abyssal Calamity, brandishing its claws and baring its teeth.
As they moved past the ridges, the towering mountains around them formed a ring, crafting a decaying city-state.
Mounds of skulls formed artificial hills, from which a perpetual gloom and deathly stillness spewed forth.
"Crack," a skull rolled over, disturbing the pervasive silence.
