The Wasteland of Debris.
In this land where sunlight was never seen, desolation and decay were the eternal themes. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but crumbled walls and gray-black rubble. It was a place where not even a single weed could grow.
Mindful of the King's command, Xiaoka set out on Peggy's back.
Its mission was to search for any plants that might have survived in this lifeless land.
With the summer magic tide approaching, the Undead wandering the plains had grown unusually restless. Orbs of chaotic Magic Power would frequently materialize from thin air amidst the ruins, like will-o'-the-wisps, attracting hordes of Undead that swarmed to fight over them like moths to a flame.
Peggy grunted, its leisurely pace carrying it over the ruins, trampling a path forward as it completely ignored the restless Undead.
