A brown wind swept through a dark sky and an overgrown wilderness landscape. It carried death and emptiness. Dust swirled. As faint light drifted down from above, it seemed like ancient time was being crushed by the mottle shadows.2

The entire world seemed like it had been cursed with an aura of despair. The sky was like a massive, dark cloth covering everything, but hovering on the brink of collapse. Flows of mutagen swept through the air, drifting with the wind. They were like living tentacles, piercing everything. It was so strong it seemed to be on the verge of becoming corporeal, and in fact, in many places, it was a thick mist that permeated the surroundings.0

The lands had long since lost any traces of life, and looked like they were decomposing. Deep gullies were visible...0