Abasdarhon's Castle

When the lich reached the shore, he saw the flags of Axoth, the Republic, and the White Lily flying from one of the towers. Three guards in the armor of this legion stood at the city gates. One of them was practicing with a spear, while the other two were playing chess at a small table.

Liu Ping felt sad – he had felt this sadness even before an inner voice told him that he needed to visit Axoth, as this city was no less important than the other cities of the Republic for someone speaking on behalf of the dead. A city of joy, a city of vice, a city where the living think little of the dead. And now, when the dead are weeping, the contradictions of the city that Liu Ping had to visit were particularly strongly reflected in his soul.
Stepping onto the shore and "inhaling" the fresh air (which was better on the shore than it had been on the water, no matter what anyone said), Liu took out his bell and quietly rang it, humming:
“A warm wind will blow, a humid monsoon... And the rain will wash away our bones...”
With this song, he headed towards the city.