Cultivator of the End: I Refine My Own Death - Chapter 37 – Ashes Speak Louder

... t to a violent, eternal struggle, had settled into a ghostly calm. The sky, deep and dark, stretched endlessly above, mourning the lives taken—lives that had fallen in the shadow of death itself. Cratered earth lay in every direction, twisted and warped from the collision of immortality and death, where the Twelve Cloaked Ones had once stood, their presence now nothing more than a fading memory.

This place was no longer a plain. It had become something else—something final. The survivors ...