A colossal skeletal hand, broken and battered, burst fiercely from the mountaintop. Upon this gigantic bony palm, nearly a thousand meters across, stood a dilapidated temple built of enormous black stones, steeped in the aura of endless ages. Lightning struck without cease, crazily blasting the temple as if determined to utterly annihilate some terrifying existence within.
Yet no matter how frenzied the lightning became, the temple remained unmoving, standing firm at the center of the giant skeletal palm.
After an unknowable length of time, a hoarse voice laden with bone-chilling cold slowly rang out. "At last, I've awakened! Truly... I slept for far too long! Far too long. I've even forgotten—what exactly happened?"
As the voice sounded, the clouds filling the sky abruptly scattered, and the violent gray lightning slunk away without a trace. The ghost dragon crouched atop the mountain revealed a fawning smile and obediently lowered its head. Meanwhile, the boundless undead powerhouses at the mountain's foot all bent at once, paying their respects to the temple at the summit.
"It has been a very long time. I only remember a few scattered fragments as well!" A heavy voice rumbled. "I remember some damned bastard kicked my head apart. He didn't take my life, but my memories were too severely damaged. Hey, can anyone tell me what has happened over these years?"
After a long, long silence, a cool and somewhat pleasant female voice slowly drifted out. "Over these years, I took turns awakening three times. According to the agreement we made before falling asleep, all the powerhouses on this continent were to conceal their names and identities once their strength reached a certain level, then enter slumber as we did, together with their most loyal and dependable subordinates."
"Nourished by the dense deathly aura of this continent,