Outside the northern high wall, Bolsen, a Favored One of the Abyssal Sect, looked up at the red moon. His calm gaze gradually twisted with excitement.
"Night has fallen!"
"That bastard Thorn Demon is gone, so let's use Caster City State as the next sacrifice! Hahaha..."
At his feet, countless bodies were piled high. Some were headless, some were missing their chests and abdomens, and others had completely vanished from the waist down.
"My great Sutle Dogs, it's time to welcome our Commander!"
Behind him, a dozen or so Sutle Dogs obediently threw their heads back and howled, "ROOOAR—"
Bits of flesh and bone fragments were shaken from the corners of their mouths, scattering over the corpses below. It was the Abyssal Creatures' way of making the bodies whole again.
Well, just a little bit.
At the western port, the scene was even more ruinous.
