In Phantom City, it appeared as if the coffins had been forcefully opened.
The disheveled coffin lids were scattered all around.
A chilling presence hung in the air, capable of freezing anything at any moment. Visible to the naked eye, black mist descended to the ground and then dissipated once more.
"Go, make your final preparations. It won't be that easy to become one of the Overlords!"
In the bronze coffin, the lord's voice was cold.
Creak!
The lord stepped out of the bronze coffin.
The lord donned a crimson gown that seemed to engulf her in a blood-red hue. Her appearance was so delicate that it suggested a lack of proper nourishment.
Her hair was secured by a black wooden hairpin, with the sole exception being her blood-red lips, which appeared as though she had just savored the taste of blood.
"My lord!"
