「Ten days later.」
A region of the Deep Red Wilderness.
The ground was covered in grayish-white debris, like the weathered fragments of colossal skeletons. Stepping on it produced a "CRUNCH, CRUNCH" sound.
A strange, stale odor filled the air, a mixture of bone dust and rusted metal.
Murphy stood atop a high mound of bone, his feet on the carcass of a freshly slain monster.
The creature resembled a giant bone scorpion. Its carapace was a sickly grayish-white and exceptionally hard, but it had still been sliced open from head to tail by the ferocious Thunder and extreme sharpness of the dark gold Flying Sword.
A thick, dark green fluid was gushing from the wound, seeping into the grayish-white bone field below.
His gaze didn't linger on the body, but instead shifted to a spot about fifty meters ahead.
In the center of a relatively flat patch of bone-ground stood an obelisk-like structure, about three meters tall, forged from a mixture of dark metal and ghastly white bone.
