The overcast sky loomed over the highlands, clouds stacking in the East, heralding the change of seasons. And beneath the cloudy skies, a fortress built of White Stone stood atop a hill tens of meters high, seemingly the embodiment of the indestructible.
Ancient serpent-shaped carvings encircled the city walls up to the White Snake Hill City on top. Yet at this moment, the city walls were engulfed in a stifling silence. Over a thousand White Snake Samurai were guarding the city walls, astonishingly quiet without a sound.
The Samurai defending the city seemed to have lost their desire to talk, and even their ability to speak. Their eyes were numb and empty, faces filled with deathly intent, resembling living corpses. The Leather Armor and War Clothes they wore seemed to have gone unwashed for ages, stained with strange blood marks, and smears of unknown oil.
"It truly is an extraordinarily quiet dead city, a fortress on the brink of death."
