The mountain wind blew past, and the temple of the God of Death seemed to come alive, lowly chanting ancient memories. The cold wind swept through rows of skulls, issuing a melancholy "woo" sound like a flute. The hanging skeletons swayed with the wind, occasionally colliding and making drum-like "bang" sounds.
Xiulote pursed his lips, observing carefully. He also heard the crisp sound of wind chimes, which were teeth hanging from the skulls' jaws, resembling the soft whispers of the deceased. Various strange bone sounds intertwined, forming a unique symphony, masking the noises within the temple.
"All personal guards, half protecting His Highness and half surrounding the temple! Arrange two rows outside the temple, one row with shields up, the second row with bows ready. Surround from all sides like a pack of wolves hunting; don't let a single person escape!"
