Upon hearing Vulture's voice, everyone no longer had time to distinguish which one was his real voice.
Instead, they all recalled the history lessons on Marrow Eaters they had once studied.
According to historical records, when Arthur I had fallen into dire straits, even the man prophesied to be the savior had been helpless.
The human race had stood on the brink of destruction.
It was then that the Progenitor, clad in black robes, appeared, wielding a wisp of gentle breeze and a bottle of Marrow Rot.
With a mere wave of his hand, the evil spirits surrounding the entire army had instantly scattered into ashes beneath the breeze.
Piles of ash had appeared where they stood.
To everyone, those invincible evil spirits had merely been materials for the Progenitor to cultivate Marrow Rot and create the Mire Graveyard.
It was also at that time
that the Progenitor of the Marrow Eaters had left behind his legacy.
However, the technique of using wind to control marrow and create that evil-dispelling breeze had been far too difficult, and no one at the time had been able to learn it.
Even that so-called savior of unparalleled talent had been utterly baffled.
Arthur I had understood even less.
It required a special kind of insight, something that could not even be recorded.
The great sage beside Arthur I, the Father of Prophecy of the Darkness Clan, had once attempted to forcefully document it. Yet the vague meanings he left behind were incomprehensible not only to later generations, but even to himself.
Naturally, no one had been able to replicate such a technique.
Over the following centuries, some clever Marrow Eaters had tried, and some had even secretly sought out the cleverest people in the mortal world.
Still, no one could solve it.
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