A thick, heavy haze covered the entire sky, one that even the blazing sun could not disperse.
Weakened after passing through the thick cloud layer, the sunlight that fell upon the desolate plains took on a strange, gloomy quality.
As far as the eye could see, the plains were overgrown with dense fungi, spreading out in every direction like a dark, endless carpet.
Jagged black mountain ranges undulated in the distance, and what appeared to be great flocks of birds circled above them.
A fierce wind howled past, causing the fungi to RUSTLE like rippling waves.
A pack of Inferior Demons traveled in a group through the fungi, SQUEALING and SQUAWKING as they swung their short pitchforks, striking the fungi along the path as if searching for food.
But just then, one of the fungi struck by a pitchfork began to twitch violently. The next second, a mouth-like slit split open on the surface of its cap, and an ear-piercing shriek erupted from within.
