There is a deserted town nestled on the border between the Dali Kingdom and the Renner Kingdom.
Bahamut's clone was sprinting towards this urban relic.
The avenue that once led proudly to Fallholt was now a forgotten path swallowed by the wilderness. Lush greenery, once contained gardens and tamed trees, now ran rampant, blurring the lines between street and jungle. Crumbled facades, once painted with life, were adorned with a new tapestry – creeping vines reaching for the sky. Doors, whether ravaged by scavengers, weather, or wild things, hung broken, offering a hollow welcome to emptiness.