The Phantom King glared at the two wraiths in front of it; one was shaped like an S, and the other was shaped like a B. The Phantom King took a deep breath, and a suction force pulled the wraiths into it. After assimilating the wraiths' memories, the Phantom King realized that the enemy had gained control of them the moment the wraiths had caught up with them.
"Is this the work of a living necromancer?" The Phantom King muttered. "How intriguing…"
Back at the center of Duat, an unsettling, black castle that had a gruesome design towered above the ashen-grey landscape. A colony of bats — which were actually vampires, gargoyles, wraiths, banshees, and other undead creatures that had transformed — flew around the castle. Besides the massive gate of the castle were rows of revenants, each wearing black armor. This made the black castle even more terrifying to behold.
[1] Whoa. Macabre stuffs are great, but keeping the castle interior free from cobwebs, bones, bat poops, rotting meat, hair of any kind? Oh yea, who’s the housekeeper/maid for the Grandruler? I feel like I’m seeing myself in them!
[2] Wow. So, when a mailman is being chased by someone’s mutt while on duty, who do we blame? The mailman for passing the guy’s house, or the guy for not taking care of his mutt properly? I get the practicality of wearing tracksuits and the super impracticality of wearing short skirts while on somesort of camping trips (but one nice dress is alright IMO; After all, one may love to pose against the backdrop of beautiful sceneries like those girls in anime movies, with their white dress and straw hat and green grass and blue sky!), but Mia, dear, you’ve just blamed the victims right there. You did not even try to educate the boys about respect and appropriate behaviors after telling the girls not to wear something short, man. Come on, these lessons are NOT mutually exclusive or at odds with each other at all. Boo!
[3] Duh. /shrugs.