1311 We Will Have This Big Shrimpy

"This world will fall under my rule eventually. The Army of the Dead has already embarked on their journey…"

That was the last sentence that Mag heard before he got himself out of that vortex. He opened his eyes and stumbled two steps back instinctively before looking into Irina's blue eyes.

"Are you okay?" Irina grabbed Mag's hand to prevent him from losing his balance. She looked at him worriedly. "You were mesmerized by that skull."

"I'm fine." Mag shook his head. Only then did he realize that his back was totally soaked by his sweat.

That skeleton man flew into a rage after he asked that question. Boundless black fog flooded the hall, and legions and legions of skeleton cavalry charged at him, leaving him nowhere to hide.

If it weren't for that beam of light that pierced through the hall's dome roof at the very last second and blasted him out, he might not have made it back.