[Clock Tower] Sixth layer, within a moderately sized secret realm.
In a place seemingly scarred by the baptism of war, nothing but ruins remain. Two mysterious figures, one in a gray robe and the other in black, casually walk along a foggy path.
Crackle... Crackle...
The sound of bones echoes.
On the battlefield, soldier corpses occasionally rise, armed with weapons from various eras: obsidian spears, leather catapults, blowguns, bows and arrows, bronze swords, crossbow arrows, iron swords, steel blades, matchlock guns, flintlock guns... they continually launch attacks on the two figures.
From modern times back to ancient eras, as if battlefields from all ages of human history had converged here.
But these elite soldiers, possibly representing the pinnacle power of their respective eras, even enhanced to an extraordinary level, were clearly no match for the two figures, falling back into the dust under the dazzling flashes of blades.
