Atop the ashen white tower, three divine envoys wearing helmets gazed down indifferently at the land below.
Beneath this high tower, bodies were strewn across the ground in disarray, entirely lifeless.
Mostly red stone gargoyles amongst them, their corpses mingled with those of frost and flame creatures, all mutilated beyond recognition.
For they too were consumables in the construction of the ashen white tower.
Squeeze them for their strength in normal times, use their lives in dire times; such was the fate of the weak upon the Yin Land.
Among the corpses on the ground, three monster bodies stood out due to their size, unmistakably the Red Rock elder, Frost King, and the Flame Steel King from earlier in the stone hall.
"What a pity, a master close to the Immortal Platform Sixth Realm, not perishing at the hands of Yin Manor, but by our own hands instead."
