A purple-robed figure flew across a vast stretch of flatland. It appeared like a desolate expanse of dried earth and bare mountains.
It was said that this place was once a land of unbridled vitality, where magical beasts roamed freely, and the wandering cultivators and the high nobles sought fortune, but now, it had become a vast burial ground, soaked in dried blood and the resentment of the fallen.
The air lingered with the thick scent of war, a mixture of rusted steel, scorched flesh, and faint blood aura.
Evidently, one could tell that perhaps hundreds of millions of people died here, many Monarchs and Sovereigns, even Autarchs.
Jagged peaks loomed in the far distance, their imposing silhouettes nearly encompassing this flatland. Torn banners fluttered weakly on the peaks, carrying a reminiscent aura of a Legacy Artifact, which were now useless and perhaps even cursed with the resentment of the dead, which might explain why they hadn't been looted yet.
