Big Deal

"Bright Lord!" Braydon Neal seethed with anger. 

This scoundrel had deceived him once more. 

The passage's terminus led to Dragon River Battlefield. 

Ultimately, it revealed itself as a necropolis. 

Here lay a realm devoid of life, saturated only with an eternal aura of death. 

Why had the Bright Lord cast him into this realm? 

Countless nameless monuments surrounded him! 

Moreover, judging by their weathered state, they had endured countless years. 

Braydon surveyed the graves, noting they were interred at varying times, hinting at separate burials. 

Times of death differed. 

Countless nameless graves stretched before him. 

A mournful atmosphere hung heavy over the land. Braydon scrutinized the terrain. 

There was no life, as if it were cut off from the world. 

Braydon could not fathom the Bright Lord's motives. 

With a flash, he ascended, piercing through clouds, departing this realm.