In the dim underground palace, only a few ghostly green flames flickered on the stone walls, casting shifting light and shadow across the vast space.
Deep within the palace, a massive stone throne stood high above the floor.
A figure sat silently on the throne.
It was a humanoid Weird. It wore a pitch-black robe, its face hidden in the shadow of its hood, its features impossible to make out.
Only a pair of ghostly green eyes shone with cold light in the darkness.
Below the stone throne, thousands of Weird knelt prostrate on the ground.
Their forms varied wildly!
Some resembled fierce beasts, some looked like birds, and others had completely twisted, monstrous forms.
But at that moment, they all lay prostrate, not daring to raise their heads.
Among them were several human-shaped and humanoid Weird with exceptionally powerful auras.
They knelt at the very front, closest to the stone throne.
The palace was deathly silent, with only the ghostly green flames dancing soundlessly.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps came from outside the hall.
All the Weird turned their heads slightly toward the entrance.
An enormous figure stumbled and crawled inside.
It was the Giant Lizard Weird.
Its seven- or eight-meter-long body was curled up now, its four limbs pressed against the ground as it inched forward almost flat on its belly.
Dirt and rubble still clung to its scales. It had clearly sprinted all the way here, without even having time to clean up its disheveled appearance.
It crawled beneath the stone throne and slammed its huge head against the ground.
Once, twice, three times.
The dull thuds echoed through the empty palace.
The figure on the stone throne raised its hand slightly.
A speck of ghostly green light flew from its fingertip and sank into the Giant Lizard Weird's