In the boundless Wilderness of Death, a chaotic and cold wind blew ceaselessly across the land, rolling waves of grass, where black and white bizarre plants swayed their lifeless limbs in the wind. Small glimmers of light occasionally rose from the bushes, floating above the wasteland like lost souls, drifting in this forgotten domain of the dead.
The entire kingdom was shrouded under a nearly nocturnal dimness of Sky Light, where the sky was free of thick fog and clouds, only swirling with murky whirls of color, ceaselessly spiraling.
