The vast, boundless wasteland stretches to the ends of the earth, as the wild wind howls fiercely.
The blood-red sky almost completely obscures the dying sunset.
The scarred land is covered with intersecting cracks, faintly gleaming with a viscous green liquid, emitting wisps of cyan smoke.
Looking around, the desolate plains have only sporadic dead trees and countless rotten, iron-skinned sinister creatures roaming about.
In the high sky, six Wizard Towers stand majestically suspended.
Sunan and Lize float side by side above the tower top, overlooking the hellish scene below.
"The entire plane has been corrupted and infected."
Lize marvels at the terrifying nature of the Divine Spirit.
Just one Divine Corpse has turned an entire plane into this ghastly scene; Divine Spirits truly are like viruses.
Sunan releases his Spiritual Power, perceiving the surrounding environment.
