"Sss~ It's really cold!"
The skeleton cloaked in black and gold looked at the swirling snow, opening its jaw to mimic the act of inhaling, then pretended to shiver as if truly feeling the chill of the frozen wasteland,
"Why did the Great Graveyard choose to descend upon this godforsaken place? Couldn't we pick somewhere warm and pleasant, where it's spring all year round?"
"We have no right to make that choice, Your Majesty Wuzi!"
Upon hearing the complaint of the large skeleton, a man behind him, with an appearance, build, and demeanor fitting the common perceptions of a noble, explained in a gentle voice.
Yet, his eyes, as crimson as snow, already indicated his identity- the Blood Clan, commonly known as Vampire.
"That's true."
The skeleton, leaning on a black and gold staff, shook off the cloak, causing the ice crystals and snowflakes accumulated in just a short moment to fall to the ground immediately,
