As they walked through the gate, a group of people followed the silent Steel Warriors inside, looking around and found nothing but desolation — that's right, there were no grasslands, no woods, not a trace of life. Everything seemed erased, with not even an insect surviving in the soil.
All that could be seen were the giant Steel Warriors, the only things moving in this place — not even a bird in the sky.
"By the Stones above, what in the world is going on with this godforsaken place?"
The Dwarf gripped his Battle Axe, looking around uneasily. And the Elves, their faces pale, were a race accustomed to living in forests, accustomed to the sound of streaming water and lush greenery. The bleakness before their eyes was like the worst nightmare deep in every Elf's heart.
"There is no sign of life here; it's simply a land of death."
The Elf Ranger muttered softly.
"In the name of Correllon, Lost Ground didn't look like this in the past! What on earth has the Tribunal done here?"