The dim sky had become dark and lifeless beneath the accumulation of Abyssal Energy. Blood-red storm clouds squeezed every inch of sunlight struggling to shine through them, while the heavy twilight air seemed ready to collapse onto the ground. Only a few clear, dazzling beams of light pierced the gaps in the clouds like chains linking heaven and earth, bringing a trace of brightness to this world.
The sight was too eerie and too cold. Its eeriness was a chaotic gloom, while its coldness was the bone-scraping pain of a blade. This oppressive atmosphere made the whole world seem as if it had fallen into the apocalypse, filled with despair. The terminally ill plains seemed to be slowly dying beneath the ravages of chaos.
This was the outermost front of the demonic invasion, a tragic land thoroughly permeated by the aura of the Abyss. All the low-level creatures that had failed to evacuate the great plains rapidly turned into horrifying, malformed monsters after the rifts appeared. Moreover, after more than a month of self-destruction, the mutated flora and fauna, along with the demons venting their destructive urges everywhere, had nearly all died or been wiped out.
As for now... there was no "now" left on the Karamus border.
Rather than a demon-occupied territory, it was more accurately described as a completely desolate wasteland. It was also a terrifying ruin that only "Legendary scavengers" were qualified to set foot in. Even if every Abyssal Rift was closed someday in the future, this wasteland would likely need the careful restoration of Morningstar-tier spellcasters or clerics before its ecological balance could return to normal.
"What a terrible disaster, what tragic hearts. Evil monsters have invaded this land that should have been filled with beauty and life, yet not a single resident Legendary professional