The dark sky shrouded the land, with gigantic white bones slanting deep into the soil, stretching for thousands of meters, like a staircase leading to the heavens. It's hard to imagine what kind of creature's death could leave such a magnificent carcass.
Around the white bones, a dense crowd of skeletons stumbled along, eyesockets flickering with faint ghostly fire, walking aimlessly, without a clear direction or objective.
A massive black shadow rose from the distant horizon, somewhat like a bone dragon, but before it could ascend higher, it was struck by a flying white bone spear and screamed as it plummeted to the ground.
Dust billowed up, and a skeletal warhorse appeared, ridden by a tall skeleton whose ghostly eye flames almost spilled over. This skeleton held a white bone spear in each of its hands, while six more arms at its back, with five of them also gripping the same kind of spear. It's evident that the previously thrown spear was hurled by one of its empty hands.
