The two Lords looked at each other in fear. Their momentary relief was replaced by despair.
They had run like the wind and left the skull behind. How could they be pulled back in?
Their hearts almost jumped out of their throats. What they saw at that moment was imprinted in their minds for the rest of their lives.
The huge black skull was on a skeleton now. It was as tall as a mountain and towered over the two Lords. A glorious city appeared below it.
Towering stone walls, sturdy and ferocious arrow towers, and spacious streets. It wasn't any less glorious than Canglan City.
The city was shrouded in a deathly glow. There was no sign of human habitation.
They felt uneasy. At the center of the city, a figure with a wolf head sat on the swamp throne. He held a black scepter and looked at them coldly.
The two Lords were frozen in fear.
