However, just as Sheldon turned to flee, ready to activate a life-saving secret art that would burn his own nascence, an aged, hoarse voice rang out. It sounded like bones grinding against one another, carrying a chilling cold that sent shivers down the spine.
"Leaving in such a hurry, Mr. Soulsby?"
The voice came from deep within the ranks of the Infinite Soul Demon Sect, from the pitch-black war carriage that had remained silent all this time, drawn by nine skeletal demon dragons.
Without any wind, the curtain of the carriage slowly lifted.
A hunched, gaunt figure, so frail it seemed a gust could knock him over, emerged step by step, leaning on a ghastly white bone staff.
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