Netherworld, Yin Mountain.
Under a dim sky, the mountains rise and fall like they have been carved by a knife, covered with bizarre rocks and tall, peculiar trees. The gray leaves resemble human hands, swaying and moaning in the wind, further heightening the dreadfulness of the Yin-infused mountain.
Inside a colossal palace that nearly hollowed out half a mountain, fierce torches and incense are burning, yet they emit a greenish, cold light, devoid of any warmth a flame should have.
Moving inside, the light softens progressively with different candle levels until the inner chamber is as bright as daylight, adorned with white, pink, or red drapes. They flutter in the wind, diluting the hard and cold touch of the mountain, while inexplicably adding a touch of eeriness.
