[Gods] [Undertaker] [Ruins of Civilization] [Decisive and Ruthless]
Lin An stood amid the ruins of civilization, his black robe whipping in the wind, nothingness stretching behind him.
He looked up at the void. Everywhere he gazed, he saw gods with twisted divinity, wrapped in eerie tentacles and wreathed in sinister black mist.
The gods of the heavens watched Lin An like spectators, looking on with mocking amusement, as though he were a buffoon, a puppet on strings, a nameless actor.
Lin An walked through the ruins of civilization like a passing stranger, his expression indifferent.
[Burial Lord's Lifeforce +2%]
[Burial Lord's Lifeforce +2%]
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Lin An looked up at the empty void and grinned, as if mocking the gods' helplessness, or perhaps sneering at fate itself.
He wiped a handful of long-dried blood from a corpse at his feet and smeared it across his face. It looked like he was putting on heavy makeup, but more than that, he was preparing himself for burial.
Lin An lifted his head. A vivid, blood-red eye shadow framed his eyes as he flashed the gods a wicked smile and slowly spoke.
“Everyone, prepare to be buried!!!”
