Pine woods and bamboo forests, lush and verdant, with the occasional lake interspersed among the hilly basins, reflecting a corner of the clouded sky, deep and beautiful.
Between the two stretches of Song Mountain, there once lay a town, which had now vanished, replaced by a gray fortress.
This fortress resembled a colossal ancient coliseum, as if preparing to welcome challenges from the abyss of Hell.
Flanking the fortress were thin barriers of the Silver Dome, enveloping the bustling city behind it.
In this era, even if a dreadful mutation occurred in a place, people would not readily abandon their homes, for at such an unstable stage, where could one go without being a wanderer? Better to unite and face the challenge, to change it...
