C732 The Withered Holy Tree Lost Its Civilization

The crimson desert, with its crumbling city structures and remnants of walls, exuded an air of ancient timelessness. The Ancient Tide persisted, occasionally sending streaks of light bursting from the city's depths, darting into the distance.

A line of mummified bodies moved eerily among the ruins. The sight was unsettling—if anyone chanced upon it, they might be terrified