"What does that zombie want to do?"
Eris looked at Gongsun Bing falling outside the city wall from afar, shouting, her voice sharp and echoing far in the noisy yet spacious Black Prison World: "Didn't you say it belongs to something like the Moonlit Council and doesn't like being a wizard's henchman?"
At this moment, this god born of otherworldly darkness and spiders restored its enormous and eerie form, suspended among hundreds of fleshy tendrils hanging from the sky, its body slightly swaying along with the movement of those tendrils and webs.
"Moon Council."
Great Witchcraft Sujade cracked his jaw, his eye sockets flashing with a ghostly red hue, his voice as dry and rigid as ever: "Not Moonlit Council."
Another great wizard demon, The Duke Ulysses, appeared relatively slick, raising his head, waving to Eris weaving webs in mid-air, comforting, "Don't mind these details... That old zombie doesn't fancy your fragile body, it prefers arm wrestling with Behemoth."
