Near the very center of the Exilon World stood an immense fortress, a monumental structure that dwarfed all others in scale and grandeur. This construction was more than just a building; it was a colossal embodiment of Exilon's ruthless and relentless spirit under the domain of the Zanis Family.
The environment around it was unforgiving and harsh, characterized by persistent rainfall that drenched the ground day after day. Thick clouds perpetually blanketed the sky, hiding the sun and plunging the region into a dreary twilight all year round. It was so cold that anyone beneath the Champion Rank would freeze in a matter of days.
In this grim and merciless setting, thousands upon thousands of soldiers stood in strict, disciplined military formations, their eyes sharp and devoid of any warmth or compassion.
