The surroundings were shrouded in thick gray fog, and the visibility was less than ten meters. The air was filled with a faint smell of blood and decay, and an indescribable cold breath penetrated into his lungs along with his breath, making him shiver with cold. The ground under your feet is not the common sand or metal debris in the wasteland, but dark soil. It feels soft and sticky when you step on it. You don't know what is buried underneath.
