When outsiders set foot on this land, their imagination of this mysterious country will be completely disillusioned.
Countless vultures were circling in the valley. Different from the vultures in the outside world, they were completely black, with only a pair of blood-red eyes that was particularly frightening under the moonlight.
The traveler was wearing a black robe, with his golden hair hanging casually on his shoulders. He stood at the outermost edge of the valley, quietly waiting for the next incident.
On a full moon night, when the night sky is stained with the purest light, it is the moment when the king returns.
In the distance, a black palace slowly emerged from the thick fog, with emerald steps and amber pillars. The entire palace was made of black gemstones. The value of the entire palace was comparable to the holy palace of any country.
He stretched and murmured: "Finally, the catastrophe is about to begin."
Before he finished speaking, vultures everywhere were seen gathering in the direction of the palace as if they had received some kind of instructions.