Death.
Death.
Death.
On the road to the Black Rose Kingdom, corpses impaled by long spears stood erect on both sides of the road, blazing flames scorched the bodies, illuminating the path like street lamps.
Occasionally, one could still see a corpse twitch suddenly.
"Has the Church of Death collaborated with the Dusk Cult?" Xi Mu looked at the mare and observed the corpses impaled on either side.
"Those with a penchant for impaling bodies should be the Church of Death's Grand Duke of Impalement, yet the burning of bodies is the fire of Sulter."
He shook his head helplessly.
"The two most troublesome cults appearing here at once, the situation is worse than I initially anticipated."
"The worse the situation, the more it attracts attention," Eden, seated sideways on horseback, brushed her golden hair behind her ear.
She then turned her head to explain to Ahtal, who also sat on horseback.
