This was a wild, mountainous region shrouded in miasma. Countless low mountain ranges and valleys rose from the land, filled with the low hisses of snakes, insects, rats, and ants. An oppressive, eerie gray vapor permeated the air, and from time to time, a gust of poisonous, miasmatic wind would howl past, sending a chill down the spine. It was a veritable forbidden zone for the living.
Yet, deep within these terrifying mountains, there was, surprisingly, a stockade. Numerous figures in ancient attire flitted about. Creatures that would make one's scalp tingle—poisonous snakes, toads, centipedes, and spiders—appeared brazenly within the settlement, coexisting peacefully with the inhabitants as if it were perfectly normal, a truly astonishing sight.
