Even though it is just a corner of the Ancient Battlefield that collapsed, hundreds of Eras have gone by, and the continent that has floated in the chaotic flow of space and time has now formed a world of its own.
The sky, enshrouded in gray fog, makes the color of the entire world always look murky; the source of light above the sky remains a mystery. This world also lacks day and night; it seems forever cloaked in a murky haze.
The ground too boasts only broken stones and gravel, without a single plant in sight, and no trace of snakes, insects, mice, or ants that are adept at surviving in rubble; it seems to be a world devoid of any life.
After a day's run, Liliya had gathered four more Silver Skeleton puppets, expanding her Skull army to thirty-two.
