In the endless Demon Lands, at the foot of Divine Peak.
The scene inside White Bone City was just as it had always been.
The numbly wandering Human race, the occasional appearance of strange tentacles snatching people away, the sounds of tearing, biting, and chewing.
Only now, the number of Humans in the city had decreased compared to the day before.
In a fury, Immortal Lord White Bone threw a grand banquet within the city.
And just like that, the remaining Human race in White Bone City had abruptly been reduced by a third.
Fresh organs and limbs scattered across the ground, the thick scent of blood mingled with the stench of rotting flesh, making the air in the city extremely foul.
But the Humans in the city had long since grown accustomed to this smell.
For thousands of years, countless members of the Human race had been silently brought here, reared like livestock, and then eaten as food.
