Across the vast grasslands, wolf packs began to stir beneath the night sky, and other nocturnal creatures emerged as well. Faint will-o'-wisps appeared in the distance, ghosts awakened by Necrotic Energy. More than a dozen will-o'-wisps floated around a valley where a brutal battle had once taken place. Even now, weathered bones and broken swords could still be seen. The will-o'-wisps drifted around the area without purpose. This was forbidden ground for the living; even ferocious Ogres kept far away from this land.
The Wizard cloaked in black gradually approached. The two Poison Spiders had already turned into rotting flesh.
Spiders conjured through mana could only exist for half a day. They aged incredibly quickly, and once the Spell's power ran out, they died. The Wizard bent down and removed the spiders' venom sacs, pouring some powder over them. They swiftly dissolved into a puddle of blood. He took out a dark-red stone, then entered the valley surrounded by will-o'-wisps. The wandering Undead ignored his presence and allowed him to enter.
The valley was overgrown with weeds and littered with ruined buildings, all severely weathered.
Yet traces of its former grandeur could still be seen. Marble pillars a meter wide stood everywhere. Those broken Marble pillars had once supported a Palace, only for it to be reduced to ruins in battle. Clusters of shadows emerged, taking the form of hazy, bodiless figures as they surrounded the Wizard who had dared enter this place. "Sua... aig..."
The Wizard chanted strange syllables, not the language of any race but more like some special secret tongue.
Certain powerful and learned beings created languages and scripts that belonged solely to themselves. If they did not teach them to others, anyone else would have to devote tremendous effort to understanding their meaning. The Shadow Life