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He chased the Dark Flame up to the second floor, where the sight was enough to make anyone frown.
Skeletons, so many skeletons.
The Dark Flame Brotherhood was researching something and required a multitude of corpses.
Lind glanced around and immediately noticed a corpse beside him that had become a special cultivation vessel, with insects crawling out of the skull's eye sockets. The corpse, as if dissatisfied with Lind's arrival, was wobbling in an attempt to stand up.
"The Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Flame," Lind looked on with disgust, having his suspicions.
The corpse hadn't been dead for too long, its chest carved open with a hole filled with soil, from which a plant sprout had broken through.
As the corpse wobbled to a seated position, the black sapling also struggled.
The lifeless muscles barely hung onto the skeleton, and as the damaged corpse moved, soil and muscle pieces trembled and fell off in clumps.
