Earth.
In the distance is the majestic and sacred Giant Wall of the Great Witch Dynasty reaching into the clouds; nearby, deep forests, towns, and villages, each various-sized mountain village seated amidst the gaps in the fields.
Many mortals have established farms and windmills here, diligently tilling the land.
In the sky, immortals occasionally fly by.
The gray fog overhead has completely vanished, accompanied by years of relentless purging of remnants, and the dilution of demonic blood offspring, leaving almost no evil creatures with demonic traits on the land.
The Demon Lord walks on the ground,
Nearby, sounds akin to a radio come from a textile machinery shop. A little boy is holding a mechanical radio he loves dearly, listening to the major events in the nearby town.
"The prehistoric land of fog disasters here has finally become as clean as ours in later generations, though civilization is slightly different."
