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Time rewound to about two and a half months ago.
"Doomsday Magic Ring" finally underwent an update, which gathered the wandering Undead from the wilderness and, quite irresponsibly, tossed them into the nearby Newbie Village, ending their aimless journeys.
More than eighty Undead stood bewildered at the edge of Soul Valley, gazing ahead blankly.
Even though it was noon, the sun had already tentatively flown over the top of the valley, but the valley's rock walls, intertwining like interlocked fingers, stretched upwards forming an arch that seemed determined to block out all light.
The sensation of abruptly switching from one scene to another was a bit disorienting, as if the deep canyon's terrain was a giant maw waiting for them to willingly walk into its trap.
"Is there a town ahead?"
Having no hearts, the Undead didn't feel fear - the change in geographical surroundings only elicited their exclamations; after all, this is a game, they couldn't die nor feel pain.
