The dark sky.
The edge of the sky was burning red.
The roiling Molten Giant Snakes wandered at the border.
The astonishing heat of the lava at the bottom of the pit seemed unable to change the weather of the remaining map.
On the last day before the map's collapse, the Blizzard had stopped, but now heavy snow was falling from the sky again, and the cold wind in the air began to blow, heralding the start of the next Blizzard.
Under the dim light of the sky, in a sparse forest, at the edge of the woods, there was a low cliff with a faint firelight shining outward from a point in the mountain wall.
"Captain, what should we do now, should we rest for a while or continue towards the center of the map?" A male humanoid race with a single horn on his head sat by the campfire in the cave and asked.
There were five figures gathered around the campfire in the cave, and from their appearance, it could be seen that they all came from different races.
