Among the Iron Crown Mountains, thousands of zombies kneeled on the ground, welcoming the King of the Ancient Tomb who wore a rusty iron crown atop his head.
The King of the Ancient Tomb slowly ascended the mountain path.
From his eyes emanated a green flame of the ancient tomb. The twin green flames undulated in mid-air, like a splendid aurora.
Wherever the King of the Ancient Tomb walked, the rocks there would disintegrate into sand, and even the plants would wilt and die at an alarming speed.
"What was once lost will surely return."
"What was never obtained will eventually return to my hands."
The feet of the King of the Ancient Tomb touched the ground, he no longer hovered his way forward but walked firmly on the mountain trail, stepping on each stairway.
At the same time, the corpses he passed by burst into green flames. These green flames burned the clothes off the corpses, slithering into every corpse's mouth, nose, and eyes like small snakes.
