Far from human settlements, a desolate place with an endless red landscape. In one corner of the land, there was a mound made of rugged stones soaring into the sky.
It was not too high, only a few meters away from the flat plain. There was a hole leading downward, revealing a dark corridor lined with natural stone eroded by sharp objects.
Then, from the sky, a whistling sound echoed, revealing the figure of a mysterious person in a robe. His floating body slowly descended and touched the ground, exhaling small dust that disappeared in the strong wind.
The corrupt who had returned to his lair looked left and right, making sure no one followed him from behind. After knowing there was no one, the corrupt entered the hole.
His footsteps echoed, clashing with the uneven natural stone beneath his feet. He walked along the dark corridor until he finally arrived in an open room.
