Be it the gaping hole in his chest or the complete obliteration of a leg, everything began to heal the moment the ancient voice sounded.
Shen Yu looked at the statues in fascination and wondered if he should replicate them. They were impressive and could even work as an army for him.
However, there were more pressing matters at hand, so he quickly shoved the idea aside and turned away. His eyes caught sight of a tall skeleton standing before the throne.
The set of bones was adorned with a golden, intricate armor. Many battle scars marked its history and the might it once held.
In its hand, the king held a golden longsword that seemed to possess its own consciousness, floating around the king happily.
In the king's skull, two bright golden flames burned—brighter than anything he had ever seen. They felt strange to him, as if they carried immense sorrow, rage, guilt, and countless other emotions.
