Under the cover of nightfall, countless figures cloaked in black silently made their way towards the same direction, the twilight glow from some unseen dimension illuminated their night-like robes, casting a phantasmal light around these towering apparitions as they walked across the desolate plains, gradually converging into rivers of dusk flowing through the darkness—until at last, these rivers of dusk reached the center of the Wilderness of Death, encircling the funeral proceedings there.
There stood a gate, its triangular doors silent and solemn. At first, Duncan even mistook it for a small hill, but in the blink of an eye, he found himself near that door, seeing it tower magnificently high like a vertical stretch of land, while the triangular center remained firmly closed, with dark red lines like veins covering the door, binding it in chains.
