"So, the Golden Dawn people are using this dark fog as a courier service, and now I've just intercepted their delivery at a transfer station?" Shiayar's thoughts stirred slightly, and he immediately understood his current situation.
The ethereal prayers in his ears slowly dissipated until, in the end, only nothingness remained. Within the surging darkness, however, a faint point of light slowly spilled out and then solidified into a tangible entity.
It was a pale skull.
The skull, massive and fierce, materialized in the void before Shiayar, nearly occupying his entire field of vision. This was certainly not the size or proportion of a regular human or any commonly seen humanoid race. Atop the ghastly white bones were two twisted horns with an eerie curve. In the gaps between its teeth, remnants of black ash were faintly visible, evoking images of its owner chewing magma and swallowing flames during its lifetime.
[Immortal Skull of the Nameless King]
