Over the next few days, I travelled with the Gravetender across the world to all of the locations the Protagonist had previously explored, and thus had been marked as functional respawn points by his detestable Grave Crosses.
About it, there wasn't much to say.
Time-old consecrated land, space itself riddled with the holes of an ancient, nibbling beast, its eternal carcass to block out the sun for the rest of time.
"―Mesh Hallow."
SMASH--!!
An abandoned steampunk city overgrown with the corrupting crimson veins of a mysterious transcendental being, transforming it into a bloody hellhole flooded with infected denizens not permitted to ever die.
"―Gorha's Jungle."
SMASH--!!
Unfathomably deep underground, yet conversely higher up than anything else; a prison of flesh, rock and space, buried and sealed thoroughly within Draevan's looming moon.
"―Aviary of the Unbridled One."
SMASH-!!
SMASH...
SMA...
