The night wind scraped across Huo'er's pale cheeks.
The violent jolting churned his stomach fluids inside his abdomen.
He pondered a question.
Where was he being taken?
Being carried by an undead creature with a clear purpose, most likely awakened by magic—where else could he be going?
He laboriously rolled his eyes, estimating his current direction.
Sea Breeze Street sloped downward, ending at Dragon Throat Avenue, which connected to the major docks.
Aside from piles of cargo crates, drunken sailors, and bad-tempered cart drivers, could there be some dark underground altar there, or a secret workshop reeking of rot?
Huo'er tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Surely this skeleton wasn't planning to put him on a ship and transport him all the way to Kalin Port to sell him to slave traders?
At that thought, Huo'er couldn't help cursing inwardly.
Those academy mages did occasionally cause troublesome incidents, but normally they were merely trying to prove some theory, secretly conducting magical experiments restricted by the council now and then.
Even if things went wrong, it was usually just an explosion or a few aimless creatures released to run wild everywhere.
Compared to truly evil mages, these people—who only occasionally increased the workload for public security and obediently paid their fines afterward—were practically law-abiding model citizens.
Was there anything more frightening in this world than evil mages?
There was.
Evil Undead Mages.
In the whistling air, Huo'er felt that death wasn't so scary after all.
It would have been nice if his head had been cut off by that blade just now.
The blade would fall, the pain would last only an instant, and perhaps his soul could go to the divine kingdom of the Goddess of Night.
But now...
Cold sweat slid from his temple into his eyes, bringing