The headless corpse on the Dark Sun Altar lifted a head from beside it.
It didn't care whether it was the body's "original" head or not.
It placed the head directly onto the severed neck, where thick viscous liquid and tentacle-like filaments quickly stitched the body and head together.
Even the connection between the head and body wasn't quite right.
But this bizarre stitched creature still "lived" again.
The aberrant stitched monster turned its head, its eyes were hollow, deathly, and blood was still seeping through, coldly scrutinizing everything.
What it saw was a swordsman, a wizard.
The swordsman wielded a sword, guarding the front.
The wizard, on the other hand, was intoning a deep incantation, praying for something to descend.
Wendell Francis of the Dark Sun Church could feel a majestic mysterious power resonating faintly.
Wendell Francis turned his gaze toward the Transcendent Wizard they had briefly encountered before.
Entering the ancient Demon King Tomb.
