The Deadlands was a special region within the Outlands. The place had long been shrouded in black radiation clouds, and it was perpetually dark and heavy. Nothing grew on the ground.

As far as the eye could see, there were only pitch black mountains on the horizon, and all around them lay deathly silence and decay.

At this moment, on the vast open plains, a violent gust of wind suddenly swept across the land. Several small beasts that had come out to forage squealed and tucked their tails, scrambling back toward their nests.

A gloved hand suddenly reached out of thin air and grabbed one of the small creatures. Once it fell into the man's grasp, the creature shrieked even more sharply and struggled desperately.

"It's hard to imagine that something is still alive in a place this barren. But damn, it sure is ugly."

Amid the mocking laughter, the owner of the hand crushed the creature's head in one squeeze. He then casually tossed the corpse aside as if nothing had happened.

"Kyrie,