The wilderness is eerily silent, and all that meets the eye is yellow earth.
A gust of cold wind, sharp like a knife, lands on the body, sending waves of piercing pain.
A vast and powerful team, against the fierce wind, treading on the yellow earth, moves forward in an orderly manner.
It's as if, in their eyes, bad weather and chilling winds don't exist, all they have is that silent conviction.
This team is known as the White War Department!
It's been a week since they've come to this place.
Yet, they haven't managed to leave this silent wasteland.
This area is known as the Forbidden Land, a zone full of taboos and bloodshed.
Over the week that they've been here, they've barely seen another living soul, let alone any resources.
Here insides, resources are everything; any strength-enhancing resources will be desperately snatched up once they appear.
Wanton bloodshed and murder are the norm.