C1864 The nine halls have gathered and been passed down

In the darkness of the Undead Valley, on top of a solitary mountain, some were perfect, some were incomplete tombstones, and some were even ancient trees wrapped with withered vines. The blue colored willows were swaying in the wind, making everything seem very strange.

From the looks of it, he was in a sorry state, as if some terrifying existence was chasing after him