In the Saline-alkali Forest of Florendo, a conspicuous birdcage-like giant bone tomb sat coldly on the snow-white salt field.
Around the tomb, there were guards every three steps and sentries every five steps, heavily guarded; over a thousand senior officers of the Demon Clan sat cross-legged inside the tomb. In front of them was a silver-white arcane curtain rippling with freezing hues. On the screen, warriors clambering over the city walls looked like swarms of ants besieging cheese, and towering giant tortoises rolled over earth-shaking battle cries, welcoming each recurrent black rain of arrows with desolate screeches. The arcane halo was so intense that it blacked out the screen with each burst.
The over a thousand senior Demon Clan officers sat upright, their eyes fixed unwaveringly on the arcane screen.
