Chapter 1207 First Night

Chapter 1207 First Night

On the way to the ruin, Sunny stumbled on a human. It was the first survivor of the Battle of the Black Skull that he saw in the desert... sadly, the man was already dead.

His body lay on the white sand, staring at the merciless azure sky with glassy eyes. Sunny vaguely recognized him as one of Clan Song's Ascended — they had never spoken to each other before, but he recalled seeing the man during the battle against the titanic horde, back in East Antarctica

The Ascended's Memory armor had dissipated after its master's death, so the body was only covered by a torn bodysuit. There were several wounds in view, but none of them were serious enough to doom a Master. It was unclear what had brought upon the man's death... maybe there was severe internal damage, or maybe it was simply the heat that had killed him.

With a sigh, Sunny jumped off Nightmare, kneeled, and closed the man's eyes. There was not much more he could do, so he just remained motionless for a few moments, then climbed back into the saddle and continued on his way.

His mood was somber.

In the end, the sun had almost disappeared beyond the dunes by the time Sunny reached the large ruin. Scared by the prospect of remaining in the open after dark, he hurriedly dismissed his Shadow and climbed over the weathered black stones. He quickly found a narrow fissure in the sand-covered floor and squeezed through it, eventually reaching an underground chamber.

Near the end of the narrow crawlway, the stones shifted under his weight, and Sunny fell down in an avalanche of sand.

He landed awkwardly and was about to let out a relieved sigh when something cold touched his neck.

A steel blade.

A hoarse voice resounded from above:

"What do we have here..."

Sunny carefully put his fingers on the blade of an enchanted glaive and slowly pushed it away from his skin.

"Can you not? I really don't want to have my head cut off... again..."

There was a moment of silence, and then a soft gasp.

"Sunny?"

Looking up, he saw a curious scene.

The underground chamber was not very large, and there were two beautiful women hiding inside. Both of them were bruised and battered, with grim expressions on their enticing faces.

One of them was Jet, and the other one was Song Seishan.

Soul Reaper was closer to the hole he had fallen from, so she had lashed out with her glaive on instinct.

"Yeah, it's me. Say... why are you two sitting here in complete darkness?"

Jet leaned back and smiled.

"Yes, we were trying to kill each other. This wench even tried to bite me... ah, it was really gross! But what does it matter now? Here in the desert, there are no sides. Just us, and the Nightmare Creatures. So, there was no reason to fight anymore when we stumbled on each other."

Seishan gave her a long look.

"Who are you calling a wench, you corpse?"

She grimaced, as if nauseated.

'Wait... did Seishan try to drink Jet's blood? Ha... it must not have tasted too pleasant, judging by that expression.'

Of all the people on the battlefield, she just had to go and clash with the only person who countered her Aspect. Compared to her, even Sunny's luck seemed wonderful.

Seishan lingered for a few moments, then returned the Endless Spring and gave Sunny a long look.

"What about you, Sunless? The last I saw of you, Dire Fang was heading to your position. How did you survive?"

Sunny received the glass bottle and smiled pleasantly.

"Oh... actually, I killed him."

The two of them stared at him with wide eyes.

'Right. I received a reward for slaying Dire Fang. I didn't even check...'

Seishan opened her mouth to say something, but at that moment, they heard a terrifying sound. It came from above, from the sides... from everywhere.

The dead were rising to continue their eternal battle.

Soon, a distant cacophony of titanic blows and inhuman roars seeped into the chamber through the hole in its roof, and the stones surrounding them vibrated. Streams of sand flowed through the cracks in the black tiles.

No one was in the mood to talk after that.

They just sat in silence, tense, and waited...

Time passed.

Then, a different sound reached their ears.

Someone — or something — was crawling through the narrow fissure, descending into the underground chamber.