The eagle's skeleton circled in the air, its wings ablaze with flames like burning brocade sails, its sharp talons scattering sparks.
This horde of birds and beasts, like waves of fire, rolled in the wind and converged behind the Grand Duke, forming a mighty and awe-inspiring army of the undead.
Aurelion was shocked by what she saw, and then the voice of Grand Duke Balor rang out again.
"But you might not be able to adapt."
As the Grand Duke spoke, the numerous undead beasts gradually transformed into countless fireflies, flickering on and off.
Then, they scattered like broken glass, turning into countless eerie green specks of light that slowly fell back into the desolate canyon.
Even the flames resembling the mane on the skeletal horse gradually receded.
The flames on the horses' hooves subsided, and everything returned to silence.
Flesh and skin regenerated like flowing water, covering the bones, and the flames gradually died down.
The entire realm of the dead returned to its tranquility, and the crack slowly closed.
Only the depths of the canyon remained, constantly releasing thick smoke and a howling sound like the wind.
The horse, now recovered, gently nuzzled the Duke with its head, showing considerable affection.
The Grand Duke stroked it with a smile and said earnestly:
"So you can use this flame to turn your army into undead like this skeletal horse."
"Only those who have embraced death will not fear it."
Aurelion nodded slightly, her eyes filled with respect for her grandfather.
Suddenly, a loud "thud" came from the distance of the dead's domain.
A strong gust of wind, like a sharp arrow, pierced through space, rushing towards the two of them with an extremely sharp and piercing aura.
The withered wild grass on the rocks swayed wildly, its roots barely able to hold its frenzied body in place.
Aurelion instinctively raised an arm to shield herself, the chaotic winds tugging at her clothes, creating a cacophony of sounds in mid-air.
"wind?"
Can such a strong wind element appear in the realm of the dead?
Even the leaden robes of Grand Duke Barlow swayed, and the soul flames on his body twitched uncontrollably, as if they were about to be completely extinguished at any moment.
He felt the strong fluctuations in the air and slowly turned around.
The flames on his body gradually dissipated, and his appearance returned to normal, with even his weathered wrinkles and the marks left by time reappearing.
At this moment, his deep gaze turned towards the direction from which the wind was coming, and he said softly:
"Aurelian, you should go and rest."
"Next time, Grandpa will teach you these things again."
Before Aurelion could say anything, Grand Duke Balor gently tapped his cane against the rock beneath his feet.
Green smoke and dust began to gather around, instantly blurring the entire space.
The realm of the dead seemed to be enveloped by a magical curtain, and began to shrink rapidly.
The eerie green flames burned along the edge of the space, seemingly gradually consuming everything around them.
Until everything was burned to ashes, the surrounding scenery gradually changed from pitch black to pale white.
Aurelion blinked.
The moment she opened her eyes again, everything around her had changed.
This is a room.
The room was of moderate size and very clean, giving people a great sense of warmth.
In the corner of the room, there was a large bed.
The large bed was covered with a pink mattress and a thick pink quilt, and there were many fluffy cat and dog plush toys on the headboard, which was very cute.
For some reason, it always felt out of place with the style of the mansion.
Aurelion couldn't help but look around, and the room, which was neither too big nor too small, actually made her feel very comfortable and warm.
It looked as if it had been meticulously arranged.
Just as she was about to ask, she felt a faint green light flash in the corner of her eye.
call--!
Aurelion turned her head and saw a thin, eerie green flame flickering in one corner of the room, but it quickly dissipated.
Also missing was Grand Duke Barlow.
She knew that her grandfather had passed away.
So Aurelion stopped thinking about it and sat down on the bed.
Looking at the dolls placed on the bedside table, she couldn't help but move closer and casually pick one up to admire and play with.
Aurelion took a deep breath, as if she could smell an old, worn scent.
It was as if this doll had been waiting in this room for many years.
As Aurelion pondered this, she picked up the doll and lay down on the bed.
Feeling something incredibly soft, her consciousness slowly faded.
She had experienced so much today that she was indeed feeling sleepy.
"Phew... Teacher."
"Did I perform... well..."
As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer.
Clearly, she ultimately couldn't resist the drowsiness.
The next second, she closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.
...
A ghostly green flame slowly descended from the sky and landed on a patch of rummaged land.
As the flames gradually subsided, Grand Duke Barlow stood in the soil, revealing his form.
As he walked along the road, he looked around but could not sense any of the souls of the dead.
"Has it dissipated?"
The Grand Duke muttered to himself, his tone seemingly tinged with regret.
As I walked, I saw a glimpse of gold.
So the Grand Duke stopped in his tracks.
It was a wheat stalk, rooted in the loose soil.
The golden ears of wheat stood out starkly against the clear sky, drawing nutrients from the soil and growing vigorously.
The Grand Duke leaned on his cane and looked down.
A gentle breeze began to rise, caressing the golden wheat ears like a ribbon softly gliding across their small bodies, swaying gently in the soil.
Grand Duke Barlow bent down, carefully examining the ever-growing ear of wheat, and remained silent for a long time.
He stood up, looked at the boundless sky, and a glimmer of clarity appeared in his cloudy eyes:
"Has another mage attempted to blaspheme the gods after you?"
He sighed, but his sigh was tinged with nostalgia.
"That's insane."
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