Half an hour later, when Lord Bone arrived at the Eternal Night Territory, leading the panting Goblin Army, all that greeted them was an empty ancient castle and the chaotic remnants of a battlefield.
The Demon Legion had long since completely withdrawn, leaving nothing behind. They had picked the ancient castle clean, not even leaving a speck of dust.
Lord Bone surveyed his surroundings, but surprisingly, he didn't show much anger.
He walked with heavy steps to the edge of a towering cliff beside the ancient castle, narrowed his eyes, and gazed eastward.
Beneath the eternally dim skyline, a string of flickering lights could be seen, snaking toward the distant horizon.
That was the Greystone Rampart.
Those cunning monsters had withdrawn, but they hadn't left the rampart.
'They plan to temporarily abandon the Eternal Night Territory and use the Greystone Rampart for their defense.'
