[You no longer operated around Three-Forked Marsh. You had moved several times along the way.]
[Places like Three-Forked Marsh, where skulls were piled layer upon layer, were called "warehouses" by 9527 and the others.]
[The Burial Ground was vast, but warehouses were not everywhere.]
[In some places, not a single skull could be seen.]
[Skulls gathered in certain areas according to a pattern.]
[These areas were the resource grounds that the various mountain kings fought over.]
[The Bone Mountain King had dispatched team after team to capture the earlier teams that had failed to return and report. Instead, you had "reformed" them batch after batch, turning them into your underlings.]
[You now had several hundred underlings.]
[With so many people helping you gather "firewood," Three-Forked Marsh alone was no longer enough.]
[Although there were still countless skulls there, only a few "crossed the bridge" each day, after all. Absorbing ghostfire had no cooldown for you; you just kept gulping it down. Even with their legs practically smoking from running, 9527 and the others could not keep up with your efficiency.]
[You had to find another place to keep ravaging.]
[This Bone Mountain King really was relentless.]
[You and your underlings were now gathering firewood in the Twilight Forest, and the Bone Mountain King's people had followed you here.]
[This time, the leader was one of his officers, numbered 66, with purple ghostfire and cultivation in the Black Jade Bone Realm.]
[He led five ten-person teams. Every team leader also had black jade bones, but their ghostfire colors were mostly below purple.]
[66 knew the terrain. Bypassing the patrol teams you had stationed around the perimeter, he went straight to the center of the Twilight Forest and saw you seated on a throne woven from vines.]
[At his first sight of