The reconstruction work on the ruins of Black Wind Castle is in full swing.
The chaos caused by Zakro has led to many buildings collapsing, and the streets are filled with debris and scorch marks.
For the residents of Black Wind Castle, this disaster is terrifying, as they search for their lost homes on this scorched earth, with eyes full of caution and vigilance.
Among them, a group of strangely shaped skeleton soldiers are commanding the construction site.
Although these guys haven't made any terrifying roars, the eerie glow in their dark eye sockets and over their bones still sends shivers down the spines of goblins and Hell Dwarves.
"Tsk, Lord Demon King's servants are here again..."
A short goblin hides in a corner, timidly glancing at the group of skeleton soldiers, muttering quietly.
"These guys live deep within the Maze, who knows what they've got in their heads..."
"Heads? The Undead have no such thing?!" Another goblin squeaks in a low voice.
