The hills are eerily silent.
Even though it is now broad daylight, under the sunlight, this area still seems to shun the light.
The cold, bone-chilling wind howls here.
The rugged and steep terrain is filled with desolate stones and mud, even the ground gives off a gloomy hue.
Beneath the soil, a variety of exposed bones can be seen, not completely buried in the earth.
The scattered bones, protruding limbs from the ground, together form a sinister landscape.
Under the silver moonlight, Alka and Chadite are walking through this area.
Ring after ring of silvery light spreads underground, expanding outward.
"This place is just like a mass graveyard," Chadite said as he continued walking.
"Our feet are almost treading on all kinds of scattered bones, and not a single one is intact."
Hearing this, Alka, who was walking beside Chadite, looked at the partially exposed white bones beneath their feet.
