Chapter 1192: Lost World
The World Dragon breath spread through the space like a morning fog, dispersing the corrupt energy, and leaving only pure Unholy Energy along with the suppression effect.
Now, it wasn’t trying to kill Karl, which was an improvement. But the space still felt wrong, and there was no sign of the creator.
There was no way that he would have missed the fact that strangers had entered his space, but he hadn’t taken any action to try to eject Karl from the space.
Cara flew out of her space, exploring the new environment, and then called for Karl to join her.
[Hey, fly over here. I found a guy.]
That was promising.
Karl flew over to where Cara was circling a stone platform on a mountaintop, which had been created from precisely cut stones, carved with layer upon layer of runes.
The stone of the mountain wasn’t actually one piece. It had been stacked, each slice of stone as thin as a wafer and inscribed with protective runes, and spells.
Some of them Karl knew. Some he didn’t recognize.
But there were a few things that he could say for sure.
First, the man in the middle was a four-armed Giant of the Titan Clan who had failed an attempt to ascend to immortality.
Second, the other bodies had been Giants, but also Lich Lords when they were alive. The undead aura was unmistakable, and their shattered phylacteries were still sitting in front of them.