Tent.
On a snow mountain hundreds of miles away from the Ghost Castle, there was a tent.
Shhh... Shhh...
Someone stepped through the snow to the entrance of the tent, and reported:
"Elders, Gus has been forcibly summoned away."
A voice came from inside the tent, "Understood, you may leave."
"Yes."
The person departed.
Inside the tent, several Death Lords were sitting cross-legged, examining a map in front of them.
"Fafnir, you look rather pale."
A woman's floating head in mid-air said.
It continuously rotated, sweeping its gaze across the other four lords, with a scrutinizing look on its face.
The skeletal dragon Fafnir looked at the map, murmured softly:
"Gus has followed Audrey for many years. If Audrey has recovered, the first one she would want to kill must be him, which is not at all surprising."
"But someone broke my Curse Spear—that's not something that can be done easily," said the floating woman's head.
