The Great Cosmic Continent of Sagittarius, far beyond the outer tide of roaming undead, past the hunting grounds, past the ceaseless Death March, lay the true heart of the catastrophe: the inner region of the Undead Skyfall Canyons!
However, unlike the outside world or the survivors imagined, the Undead Skyfall Canyons weren't chaotic, but they were organized, and terrifyingly so, as a matter of fact.
Furthermore, the death mist here was thicker, no longer drifting aimlessly but flowing in structured currents like veins within a colossal corpse. Blackened ravines spiraled inward toward a central abyss, and upon the surrounding plateaus stood ranks upon ranks of undead legions.
They weren't scattered like mindless chaos, but they were assembled like a disciplined army waiting for command and ready to raise hell.
Divisions stretched farther than sight could reach. Each legion stood in perfect silence, their formations geometric and precise.
