The island was quite ordinary, its form and terrain hardly differing from any other island in the Vast Sea.
The only difference lay in the island's composition. The land, formed by Magic Techniques, wasn't ordinary soil, but a substance akin to Spirit Iron.
The island's surface was densely engraved with countless Array Prohibition Inscriptions. The island itself resembled a colossal work of Artifact Creation, resonating with the Grand Array that enveloped the islands of the Celestial Spirits and Earthly Fiends.
The island's interior was laid out like a typical camp. Buildings of various sizes and standards were arranged in a ring, encircling the island.
At its center was a wide, circular plaza. In the plaza, a Broken Sword was plunged into the ground where a dilapidated Soldier Puppet half-knelt. Glaring bloodstains mingled with mottled rust, making it look like a battle-hardened general who had tragically fallen on the field.
