At this moment, the Vein-Carriage slowed with a deep, resonant tremor that passed through the black walls before the cubical chamber split apart with a low grinding sound, and pale corpse-light spilled inward, carrying with it a dense current of Corpse Qi.
Ace stepped outside, and cold air greeted him, filled with heavy, stagnant, and saturated decay.
At that moment, he had finally entered the true world beneath the Undead Boundary called the Lower Grave Strata.
The Lower Grave Strata wasn't a city in the ordinary sense. It was a vast subterranean realm carved beneath layers of ancient battlefield sediment and fossilized corpses.
The ceiling arched high above like the ribcage of some colossal primordial beast, jagged bone-pillars rising to support it at irregular intervals.
The ground was layered in dark stone veined with corpse-light channels, faintly glowing streams of condensed Corpse Qi flowing like underground rivers.
