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The screen was pitch black when an elderly female voice emerged, bringing with it a flicker of flames that also lit up the screen.
"The magic circle is shattered, yet the throne remains unseen," she murmured softly.
The camera zoomed out to reveal an old nun with folded hands, standing in front of a dilapidated church. The old nun gazed ahead with her prominent yet lifeless eyes, seemingly staring at someone, or perhaps had never been focused from the start.
As the camera continued to pull back, it flickered to a desolate ancient battlefield.
The ice-cold wind cracked the earth, countless corpses were piled up into mountains, faded flags that had long lost their units pierced the bodies with their poles, the stubborn flags fluttered in the wind.
The next moment, the scene shifted to night, where the roaring Carrion Queen stirred up bloody dust, and hairless grotesque figures stood erect, provoking the nerves of the onlookers.
