In the area beyond the Mist, on the western border of Jin Ze Country, lies the world's most famous volcanic belt.
The ground is covered with a layer of gray volcanic rocks, and occasionally a gusty wind sweeps up the gray dust, revealing the earth's crimson veins.
Over a range spanning tens of miles, everything is eerily silent; the deathly gray that envelops the landscape seems like a carpet of desolation laid by The Undead.
This place used to be a dormant volcano, but the recent breaching of the Hei Wu by the Twisted has changed the rules of the area.
The volcano had even seemed to develop its own thinking.
To approach this place was undoubtedly highly dangerous.
Two figures walked in the grayness, gradually moving deeper into the volcano.
These two beings were not human, stepping on the lava without feeling any discomfort.
One figure was tall and burly, the other petite and delicate.
"Is it in here? Why didn't he hide your body further away?" the delicate figure spoke.