Before the Necropolis became a labyrinth of gravestones and pillars, it was said that it was once a far-reaching prairie, simple grasses and flowers reaching beyond the horizon. For millennia, the realm remained such, the deaths of the
Divine Races too few to warrant the massive structure the Necropolis would become.
As the
Elder Races entered the world, the infinite grassland would begin to shrink, slowly only surviving on the fringes. These short lives necessitated an expanding graveyard and the creation of
Lok's ledger, the defining moment of change. As the graveyard grew, the realm changed, taking on a distinct aura that often drove away many that would travel here.
The greatest change in the climate of the realm came because of the perpetually full moon that graced the sky. This brought light breezes and clear skies, making the Necropolis one of the most stable
Celestial Realms in terms of weather. This moon forever rises and sets, sometimes changing to a bright white or a glowing orange in color depending on the seasons in Isekai.
Lok chooses not to change things like temperature or weather in this realm, allowing the Necropolis to make its own changes to reflect what the realm has become. An infinite graveyard, the Necropolis chooses to allow visitors to only witness the stretch of
marble and
granite beneath the light of a full moon, a simple representation of the darkness of death.
Beautiful written, it reminds me of my Nekropolis (underground) in my Golden Storm novel. Yours is much more detailed and I can feel the chill of the wind and the dead, sometimes silence... good job.