In the distance, a blood-red desert, shrouded in relentless mist, under the pale moonlight, one can vaguely discern the depths of this fog-laden land.
A massive golden divine spear is slanted into the ground, like an ancient peak, firmly pinning a corpse of a creature with six wings, six arms, and three heads onto the seemingly loose blood-red sand.
The spear penetrates through its chest, piercing its entire heart, and the dried blood transforms the entire land into blood-colored sand, leaving numerous dry, blood-flowing traces on its body.
But eerily, even after countless ages of agony and having drained the blood from its body, the corpse still appears vibrant, showing no signs of drying.
Just as Karon uttered those words, the pinned corpse suddenly opened its eyes; the black eyes seemed to rotate with unending chaos, surprisingly devoid of pupils.
