Both of them looked around in surprise as the mist began to thin. With the dense veil that had clouded their senses fading, the basin was laid bare before them.
The ground was a cracked and barren expanse, devoid of life, its surface stained dark with old, dried blood. Scattered across the desolate terrain were countless corpses, some fresh enough that the scent of decay still clung to the air, while others had long since rotted, leaving behind only skeletal remains half-buried in the dirt.
Armor and weapons lay rusting beside the dead, relics of long-forgotten battles. Some of the bodies bore ghastly wounds—gaping slashes, punctured chests, and severed limbs—while others seemed eerily intact as if they had simply collapsed where they stood. Hollow skulls stared up at the gray sky, their jaws frozen in silent screams as if their final moments had been filled with terror.
