The three of them stopped atop an ochre hill, their gazes fixed on the distance.
The sky was a dim, murky yellow, blurring the line between heaven and earth.
The farther they looked, the weaker the sun's light became, as if it were being devoured by the oppressive atmosphere.
Before them lay a vast, ochre basin.
As far as the eye could see, only a few scattered specks of green struggled to survive. They were tenacious plants, fighting for their lives in this barren land.
Occasionally, they could spot a few bizarrely shaped Wild Beasts roaming among the sparse vegetation.
"This place is a real desolate wasteland!"
The trio took off their menacing black helmets, revealing three young faces.
Two men and one woman.
The first to speak was the one on the far left.
He was a man with red hair and pale skin, possessing an effeminate air.
His gaze swept over their surroundings, his tone filled with disgust.
"Coming here is a complete waste of my time."
