"Creak, creak, creak."
The sound of twisting and colliding bones.
The dark, somber land was being lifted, and a dirt-stained white skeletal arm reached out from beneath the earth.
The arm firmly grasped the soil as if exerting force to push up, and more bones emerged.
A skeleton slowly crawled out from the earth, holding a decayed sword blade in its hand.
A tiny magic bullet, roughly the size of a fingertip, swiftly traversed the air, trailing a long tail of light, striking the skull of the skeleton.
The skull exploded, and the remaining bones scattered into a heap as if losing their guiding power.
Abis blew at the smoke rising from her fingertip.
Karen asked curiously, "Why are we only encountering these... these powerless bones?"
They had ventured deep into this region for quite some time, yet what they encountered was incredibly fragile.
