The barren resources were a delicacy fought over by all factions.
The earth was covered with layers of corpses, remnants of life left by years of relentless war.
Every piece of rotting flesh, every bone, emitted a nauseating smell yet served as the cradle of our survival.
We twisted our bodies arduously among the folds of the corpses, evading energy shockwaves that could bring destruction at any moment, or the sudden attacks of other fierce predators.
Although this world was abundant in decaying corpses, resources still had to be obtained through competition.
Those gigantic rotten-flesh monsters lived by devouring everything in their path, spraying corrosive liquid as they went. Our clansmen were crushed into groups, and the bone spirits parasitizing in the bones swallowed bones to gain strength, controlling them to attack us. Once entangled by their bony tendrils, we would be instantly drained of life.
In this world, we were at the very bottom.
