Morning.
Most of the Demon Realm had snowed all night. As the sunlight first appeared, a thin layer of snow covered the entire prairie, snow piled up on the roofs of the Demon King Castle, and a white snow carpet wrapped the walls and ground surrounding the castle.
It's the depths of winter.
Inside the Demon King Castle, the Demon King's bedroom.
Shami woke up from his sleep, a huge dizziness caused his head to spin, and he couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand.
He felt like he had a very long dream, the dream was bizarre and intricate, obscure and hard to understand, full of horror elements like skeletons. He and the skeleton danced wildly on the mattress, he and the skeleton yelled and screamed, he broke off a skeleton arm and swung it like a cowboy... Various images flashed through his brain.
Many fragmented images pieced together one after another, forming even more absurd content, with meanings even harder to grasp.
