At the Southern Wasteland, one could see continuous mountains and cliffs wrapped in evil mist and black smoke. They seemed to be grand but actually was hell with many evil things happening every day.
At a valley where different tribes gathered, the river was clean and watered earth and plants, quite different from other rivers polluted by black smoke. It was the precious origin of life.
Inside a mud hut at a tribe, a teenage boy with red eyes looked at the dead body in front of him with a scared and extremely sad look. It was a corpse whose skin was stripped and left with hatred.
This corpse was his dear sister, her outgoing sister who had expectations and a beloved one. But unfortunately some Blood Cloak Cult disciple who came today to levy consecration on her on the road and rape her. After that he even killed her.
