Baron Brenzell's manor was much more deserted after the owner was changed several times. Wild grasses grew on the hills behind the manor. Under the morning sunlight, dews were rolling on them.
A dew dropped on a pile of coiled bones, leaving vague wet marks.
The bones of the serpent shivered, but it was back to peace again. Around the creature, there were a winged tiger with rotten furs and flesh and yellowish pus flowing everywhere, tremendous ghouls that spread out their hideousness and stench, and countless ghosts wandering in the sky that were in absolutely no fear of the sunlight… The hills seemed to have become the nether world that was full of undead creatures.
In the middle of the undead creatures, a man, who was nothing more than a skeleton, touched the rocks with his pale, dim left hand and looked at the city with his thoughtful eyes.
At the city gate, a middle-aged man in a bishop's robe was walking to the church solemnly.
