[A third-story pavilion suspended in the air]
The moon is bright and the wind is clear.
"Haha, here she comes."
A pair of sharp blood-red eyes gaze at the night.
In the gray fog filled with dust and smoke, four shriveled human bodies were displayed and lined up.
A man was leaning on the ancient throne, his fingers slightly supporting his cheek.
His face was cold and white, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
Under the throne, eight warriors in hard armor and helmets knelt on one knee.
"Congratulations, Lord Cain."
This chapter is to be continued...