My father gave me a scepter which commands a hundred thousand armies, but now the scepter is broken. What shall I do?
That's what Bone Remnant Knight Basoluo was feeling at that moment, a feeling infused with absurdity and unrealness. Who have ever heard of an undead scepter breaking? What should he do now?
They had come from the mountain path, and along the way, they saw no sign of human activity. Normally, this mountain path was the only route connecting to Rapids Fortress, always bustling with horses pulling carts and pedestrians, even during holidays or muddy rainy days. It was simply inconceivable that there was not a single soul in sight.
Surely something happened. Basoluo even had an idea what it might be, based on all he saw during their journey home.
