Click!
The soil around him rose up, layer upon layer of grave dirt piling on, beginning at Jill's legs and gradually covering him.
Jill's pupils dilated, clearly the almighty Lord could not ensure his safety.
Soon, the grave dirt had buried him up to his neck. In his last field of vision, Jill saw evil spirits, one after another, slowly approaching from all around the base.
Some had horns on their heads, others had eyes as red as blood, some had long hair that trailed to the ground, and some held lanterns, funeral banners, or urns—each emitted a chilling aura.
With their steps came murmurs, howls, and whispers. The air filled with a suffocating coldness.
The night deepened, and in the very last moment, Jill was terrified to see a dragon and phoenix flower sedan chair drifting towards him, which was his final consciousness.
Because the grave dirt had completely buried him, turning him into a solitary grave, forever left within this base.
...
Inside the base.
