This was a base located in the mountains. Beyond the great mountain ahead lay a Forbidden Land.
Before the disasters, the mountain had been bored through to create a tunnel. But nowadays, the only people who dared enter or leave it were gold hunters venturing into the Forbidden Land and Undercity personnel who occasionally went there to investigate.
However.
The mountain base was utterly devoid of its usual vitality. The entire base seemed lifeless, and a thin layer of dust had gathered over its roads, as though no one had walked there for many days.
Occasionally, the wind swept past and stirred up the accumulated dust, revealing the dried, dark-colored blood beneath.
The wind carried the scent of blood throughout the base.
Within the wind, one could almost hear the soldiers' shouts, the roar of mechs, and the bellow of artillery fire. But now, only deathly silence remained.
Countless shell casings were scattered across the base's ground. Some had been fired from long-range artillery or even mechs, while others had come from light weapons such as pistols and rifles.
They lay on the ground, mixed with Blood Plasma, bearing witness to the brutal battle that had taken place in the base.
The walls of the base's various buildings were riddled with deep bullet holes.
The bullet holes varied in size and shape. Some had charred black edges, while others were smooth and clean.
In some places, there were simply too many bullet holes. The walls had collapsed, reducing the buildings to ruins.
Even though the battle had ended, the air in the base still reeked of gunpowder.
Dried blood was everywhere—on the walls, the floors, and even the ceilings.
The blood had lost its original color and become dull and blurred, but its shape and direction could still be clearly