The Yin Land, where the cold wind bites like a knife.
Taking the earth as its chopping block, viewing all living beings as fish and meat.
The merciless Heavenly Wind sweeps over the land, blowing head-sized stones about wildly.
Occasionally, a bizarre tornado whirls through, plowing furrows into the earth.
Across the vast plateau, stones are scattered everywhere, with no green in sight.
This is the Yin Land, the place where all things end.
However, at this moment, in such an extreme environment, six figures stroll effortlessly through the relentless Gang Wind.
These six figures are extraordinary, each with a pure white mask bearing an eerie smile on their faces.
Golden Asna stands with his hands behind his back, extending a palm to feel the strange yin wind suffusing the world, his face showing some emotion.
