White Night Demon Cage.
A forest made purely of white steles.
The campfire burned brightly.
The swordswoman was roasting meat.
Xu Xingke sat across from her, not smoking, resting his chin on his hand, lost in thought.
"Feeling uneasy?"
The swordswoman asked.
"We've fought until now, yet we haven't encountered the will of this ultimate creation, nor have we seen the dreadful horrors it commands." Xu Xingke said.
"Indeed, the legendary White Night Demon Cage is said to possess countless methods and command a variety of gods and demons—I thought I might die here fighting." The swordswoman replied.
"But all we've faced are mediocre opponents, and not even the White Night Spirit King has made an appearance." Xu Xingke said regretfully.
Suddenly.
A streak of shadow descended from the sky.
It was a human-bodied, eagle-headed monster, urgently speaking:
"We've found the lair of the White Night Spirit King!"
