Abyss.
On the blood battle battlefield.
Scorching sulfurous winds whipped up gravel, lashing against the cold metal armor and worn leather garments.
Leaving the protection of the energy fields of the Blood War Fortress, the desolation and malice of the 1121st layer of the abyss came rushing forth.
A four-man team silently advanced on the charred ground, their target the newly erected order beacon on the horizon—Blood Pit Fortress.
The leader was an elf, his sharp features preserved despite the long grind of the blood wars, but there was no hiding the weary bloodshot eyes deep within.
Here, there are no noble races, nor can you discern nobility from the appearance of these noble races.
This is the blood battle battlefield of the abyss, and what everyone exhibits, besides the marks of slaughter, is only blood and iron.
His name is Aryan Silver Leaf, serving as the captain of this visit.
Honestly, he quite liked this mission, after all, he had never been to Blood Pit Fortress.
