C3290 Tiger Hill

The Devil Monarch Mausoleum.

Darkness, desolation, silence, and slaughter.

This is where Hua Hsing found himself, in the Devil Monarch Mausoleum. The cold wind whipped against his cheeks, causing a dull ache. Sword-shaped runes flickered on the surface of his skin, working tirelessly to fend off the powerful corrosive force permeating the void.

Over countless ages