"Hey, are you all right?"
Lin Fan's voice broke Trazyn out of his memories. The overlord turned to look at Lin Fan, shook his head, and told him that things here were temporarily over. This small dynasty no longer had any active units.
"Only these ruined buildings remain, recording the stories they once had..."
Trazyn was not in high spirits. He swept aside the overlord's remains from the throne and found a book amid the metal components.
Only the book's outer shape remained. It was already a miracle that it had not become a crumbling pile of fragments after the ravages of time. The title was illegible, and Trazyn could only guess that it was a diary or some sort of memorial album. He precisely enclosed the book in a stasis field and sent it into his pocket dimension.
"Let's go up and see how much fresh meat the Flayed Ones managed to loot this time."
The group left the tomb and headed for the human settlement on the surface.
A portal tore open in the boiler wall of a factory, and molten iron, glowing red-hot, poured down toward Trazyn. With a raised hand, Trazyn froze the molten metal in midair.
Everywhere were the tragedies wrought by the Flayed Ones. Great pools of blood stained the ground, along with rotten flesh that had leaked from the gaps in the Flayed Ones' bodies.
Beneath the shadows cast by furnaces hundreds of meters tall came the rustling sounds of stuffing flesh. Flayed Ones, their bodies glinting with a dim metallic sheen, were feasting heartily. Yet their eating consisted only of cramming meat into their gaps, repeating the process over and over until the meat rotted beyond recognition.
Some more skilled Flayed Ones could do better. They peeled the skin from their victims