Darkness became a tide, facing itself from afar.
One side was hollow and frenzied; the other silent and desolate.
Figures from nightmares descended, shrieking and roaring as they surged toward the dunes like a sea tide.
What greeted them was exploding flame, a tide of energy.
Energy erupted, transforming into an irresistible impact. The strips of cloth draped over those visitors from another world began to burn, and the black mist forming their bodies was purified without leaving a trace.
Yet their numbers were nearly endless. The brief gap was quickly filled, their advance only slightly hindered as they continued rolling onward, seemingly intent on swallowing everything.
The cloud layer split apart, as though it were ablaze. The king of the other world looked down upon all things, his eyes gleaming with golden light brighter than the sun.
The ground cracked open. The lord of flames strode from beneath the earth upon stairs of molten lava, molten iron flowing across his body as the land beneath his feet melted.
The icy wind seemed to freeze even time and space completely. The ruler of the undead rose from his throne, raised his sharp sword, and the undead army awakened.
Luo Chuan felt as though he had just watched a movie.
When everything ended, the darkness receded and became gray-white dunes once more. Their traces gradually faded with the windblown sand, yet still quietly told something.
Yao Ziyan silently lifted her teacup, the clear tea moistening her parched mouth.
The video had ended, but the shock in her heart had yet to settle.
"Have we seen those things before?" Yao Ziyan asked softly.
"Existences from the other side of the world. The world of nightmares." Luo Chuan let out a slow breath.
He recalled what he had seen in Sainia. Those