Lide stood atop the walls of what was named Grey Stone Fortress, gazing into the distance with a rather solemn expression, as if awaiting the arrival of something.
The light in the Underworld was dim and murky, as if a veil had been drawn before one's eyes.
The wetlands in front of Grey Stone Fortress, where the waist-high twisted plants once grew, had been completely cleared by the army.
The dark, rotting ground gave off the stench of decaying plants, sickening to any who smelled it.
The wind blew in from afar and howled through the caves behind, its rushing sound like a demon whispering.
The Grey Stone Fortress where Lide was stationed served as the main stronghold; the walls stood 35 blades high and 15 blades thick, able to accommodate a vast army on its ramparts.