In the center of the dark swamp, there was a massive dark mountain. But at this moment, over half of the mountain was blown entirely off as radioactive smocks were spreading through the dark waters.
A half-burn copse of a massive pitch-black snake was lying there lifeless, while the corpses and bones of thousands of dark beings were scattered all over the place. It was like a site of genocide.
The King of Dead, Onyx, stood before the snake's corpse, and a gigantic crimson skull covered him like a shield. But the skull's jade-like surface was filled with cracks.
"Congratulations, Amenable Wizened Monk, for clearing a Trial Condition!"
The crimson flames in Onyx's eyes burn with rage and murder as his eerie voice reverberates in the entire silent vicinity filled with death like thunder, "Nelsen, you, treacherous livestock, it's either you or me!"
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