Portal entered. The 10th floor is a realm with grey, ashen ground. Rainclouds gathered in the sky to permit no sunlight, ruins dug into the crusty sands that bared an abandoned history.
And from the ruins... armoured arms and legs stuck out like signposts for graves. Tens and hundreds spread across the desolate wasteland, a magnificently eerie sight that made Celeste gulp.
But to her surprise, while fear impeded her steps, another steady step lunged forward ahead, brushing through her shoulder.
Her eyes widened at 991, hoistering her revolvers for aiming, towards one of the hands at a distance.
Bang.
One bullet shot. Sparkles flew, and the hand flew, sliced off by a Dwarven bullet.
The 'graveyard-like' limbs trembled before rising from the sands. Soldiers of unfounded origins, dressed in loose steel while clutching rusty swords, stared at the duo with reddened, malicious eyes.
