The Cycle of Fate

Chapter 21: The Undead

What otherworldly realm is this? Lumian's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly turned his head to look outside.

He was supposed to see mountains, fields, and trees, but what met his eyes was a desolate wasteland. The sky was covered with layers of pale clouds, blocking all sunlight and casting everything into a vast shadow.

On the dark-brown wasteland, countless figures moved and wandered. Most of them wore white linen garments, their faces pale and blue, their eyes hollow and mouths slightly agape.

They didn't look like normal people.

Among the countless figures, some ran frantically towards the end of the wasteland or came from it, as if they could never stop this relentless pursuit and find the rest they so desperately sought.

At the edge of the wasteland, possibly a cliff, some dark creatures with horns like sheep's and bodies like humans were occasionally grabbing figures in white linen and throwing them down below.

The sounds of their screams faintly reached Lumian and Aurore's ears.

Clop-clop-clop. Amidst the countless figures, a tall human in deep black full-body armor rode a skeletal horse that seemed to be nothing but skin and bone. The figure alternated between slow walking and galloping, as if herding sheep.

Lumian, with his sharp eyesight, clearly saw "him" from a great distance when the figure turned.

Within the metallic sheen of his helmet, two deep red lights flickered like flames. A ghastly wound ran from his neck down to his navel, nearly cutting him in half and dragging out a length of pale intestines.

No other evidence was needed; a single thought flashed through Lumian's mind:

A Death Knight!

This was the Death Knight frequently mentioned in Intis folklore!

At that moment, the carriage Lumian and Aurore were in came to a stop.

Naraka silently opened the door and stepped out.

Apart from her clothing, her pale face, hollow eyes, and numb expression increasingly resembled the figures in white linen.

Aurore withdrew her gaze from the window and said in a low voice:

"All these are the undead.

"Stay close to me."

As she spoke, she took out a golden brooch and fastened it to her chest.

At the same time, she pulled out a handful of grayish-black powder from a hidden pocket in her clothing.

Lumian leaned forward, looking at the driver, and saw that Sewell had also become like Naraka—pale-faced, with vacant eyes, and was slowly walking deeper into the wasteland, as if he had been dead for a long time.

He quickly said to Aurore:

"Sister, I'm already an extraordinary being. You deal with these undead, and I'll drive the carriage. Let's get out of here as fast as we can!"

Considering his lack of abilities against undead and ghostly beings, he had to take on the role of a driver for now.

Of course, if that Death Knight came over, he would do his best to help block it.

Aurore was startled but didn't have time for more questions. She warned:

"Check the horses' condition!"

Lumian then realized and looked at the horses in front.

They seemed to have had their blood and flesh drained, their skins withered and clinging to their bones, unmoving.