The gaps between the buildings should have led deeper into Grey Valley, but the crush of ruins on both sides turns it into a cramped narrow path.
The sky hidden by gray mist and stone dust, the dangerously suspended brick walls, the shadows silently stretching across the ground, and the ghostly wails echoing through the air in the dead silence, twisted into shrill gusts through the crumbling walls...
This small square feels like a dead town, strangled at the throat.
Everywhere you look is suffused with a stifling and decaying atmosphere.
The strange and abrupt environment is just one aspect of it.
What truly halted the Blood Blade Squad was in the plaza center, a sight at first glance that engendered dread—a colossal, twisted figure composed of desecrated steel and corrupt flesh.
A knight.
An armored knight, clad in full heavy armor.
