Within the Endless Abyss,
this was an Abyssal Plain that was both hair-raising and utterly awe-inspiring.
The plain was vast and boundless, as if it had no end; its scenery was bizarre and unique, exuding a chilling aura from every corner.
On the plain, the deep crimson soil dominated. Its color was as intense as dried bloodstains, and also like burning flames, flickering with an uncanny red light under the dim illumination.
The soil was not flat like a mirror, but undulating, forming countless ravines and protrusions of varying sizes, as if it had been wantonly kneaded by some enormous, violent Strength.
Scattered across this deep crimson soil were also a great many stones of all shapes.
These stones came in different sizes—some as small as a fist, others as large as boulders. Their surfaces were extremely rough, covered in sharp edges, like countless keen Daggers.
