"Come walk forth, humans. You've entered my domain, and here, your fates shall intertwine with the threads of the undead," said the levitating wight lord in a menacing tone.
"The heck is he saying?" Jin leaned in to ask his brother Kai.
"I don't know; Master told me he's supposed to be some kind of a sick fu..."
"Stop your whispering! Did your mentors not teach you kids manners? Now, intruders, face your fate!"
The wight lord's voice echoed through the thin, eerie space in the valley. The air grew colder as a horde of wights emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing with an unnatural, frosty light.
In the face of the undead army of wights, a group of warriors stood ready, led by the Black Dragon Tiger of the Black Mountain Clan, a hulking figure with a perfect Heavenly Megalith physique. Beside him were the Seer's students—Jin and Kai, agile and swift.
