Night, a deep pool in a dry mountain.
The pond was filled with pitch-black water.
A bright moon, a lonely star, and a broken lamp.
There was a skeleton under the lamp.
The shape of this skeleton was strange. Half of its body was glazed and the other half was ivory. It looked like a human, but its height was close to six meters. It was definitely not a body that ordinary people could reach.
One of the heads was also pale and hideous, with two balls of strange fire flickering in its eyes. The left eye was as pure as glass, while the right eye was as black as ink.
He was wearing a set of armor, which had a dark and dangerous luster. On his right hand was a door-like sword, sharp and bloodthirsty.
It sat there quietly, as if it was the remains of an ancient hero.
At a glance, it was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Gulp, gulp.
Two bubbles suddenly appeared in the black pool in front of him.
