The core area of the East Victory Fortress was like an enormous birdcage.
Or rather, it resembled a birdcage.
Constructed from countless withered yellow branches woven haphazardly together, it stood towering between heaven and earth.
Peering through the dense thicket of branches, one would see a vast expanse of barren, scorched yellow land inside.
Rooted in this land was a withered giant flower, three stories tall but devoid of petals; its heart was a desiccated grey-yellow, and its roots were pockmarked and uneven as if gnawed by insects, a truly ugly sight.
Surrounding this giant flower was a massive transparent glass dome, with intricate gold patterns that alternately appeared and flowed across its surface.
Outside the glass dome, a black bead was suspended in midair, and within it, a blood-red eyeball roamed, letting out a hoarse, low chuckle:
