A year had passed since the miracle’s occurrence, and the legendary plains seemed to have returned to their usual environment.
Today’s Valley of Sunless Dusk was far more different than its past deadly landscapes. After the curse had been lifted, it looked like ancient barren ruins.
Since the Zodiac Beasts were also gone, a strange peace covered the lands as everything was recovering from the wounds left behind by their rampage.
At this moment, an invisible flying shuttle about the size of a thousand meters hovered above the Necromancer Kingdom’s capital city’s ruins and seemed to be scanning the entire city.
Within this shuttle’s control room were midgets with dark skins and horns as their eyes were scarlet; they were Venomous Zombie Imps of Dark Beings, but their race was unique and didn’t belong to any power of the Dead Faction because they were neutral power.
As for why they have such status instead of getting annexed to the Dead Faction because of their superior intellect and poisonous talent, it was because they were all under the protection of Spirit Poison King!
The Spirit Poison King was infamous throughout the legendary plains and dreaded by all the factions because of his mastery over Whammy Poison, Necromancy, and Curse magic and also because of his exalted status within the Ghost Race.
Moreover, Spirit Poison King was one of the few Legendary Kings who had created his own faction of power, the Venomous Royale, and the reason no one dared to offend him easily was that he could poison an entire city to death remotely whether it was a living or dark being.
At this moment, the Spirit Poison King sat in the center of the control room as he observed the imps working with a hint of grimace because he could tell the result wasn’t in his favor.
After all, he had been delayed too much while coming here because of the Zodiac Beasts, and his target, the Throne of Death, was most likely gone or lost in the calamity.
Furthermore, Blackwell was nowhere to be found, nor could he contact him. He even suspected that Blackwell had gotten the Throne of Death and was now hiding, bidding him time until he could control the Throne of Death before surfacing again.
At this moment, an imp respectfully said to the Spirit Poison King, "Exalted King, there is no trace of the curse or any strong death-related treasures. In fact, from our analysis, the death element is on the verge of complete exhaustion, and soon, these lands will be merged with the surrounding landscape. There is nothing unique about them anymore…"
Spirit Poison King nodded. He wasn’t surprised by this result since he was expecting this much, but his visit wasn’t without cause.
"What about the soul totem or Soul Totem Sigil signatures? Did you pick any?" He questioned.
This time, the imp replied confidently, "Indeed, my lord, we picked up a Soul Totem Sigil signature from a legendary king, and after analyzing it and searching our database, this soul totem sigil turned out to be from the Drunkard Ghost King.
"Other than that, there is another signature, which is also most likely from a legendary king who had let us create their Soul Totem Sigil, but we have no match in our database, and it’s also kind of strange since we can’t determine if this signature belonged to dark being or living. We have never encountered something like this before.
"Lastly, we found traces of a Mystic Signature on a broken altar under the palace, and this mystic signature belonged to a living being, most likely an elf or half-elf since there are strong traces of curse-related characteristics."
Spirit Poison King was surprised when he heard the last part, "So, there were only these three in here, no one else?"
"Yes. If there were any legendary rank, their soul totem signatures would last for a year, while a legendary king’s would last for over a decade as long as they use their soul force.
"But mystic signatures are completely irrelevant since they would only last for a month. If we are talking about strife among legendary kings, their soul totem sigils can destroy any residue soul totem signatures in the area.
"However, we found no traces of fight worthy between legendary kings. So, it was most likely small probing before one of them backed down. The mystic signature was only found because its owner seemed to be used in some spell or formation and a strong one at that." The Imp stated.
Spirit Poison King’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Since this second legendary king has yet to create its soul totem sigil, can we assume that it was just a newly ascended legendary king?"
The Imp nodded, "Statistically speaking, then yes. Since any Legendary King above tier-1 will have already made their Soul Totem Sigils since it increases their soul force and control over it."
’Then didn’t this mean that Drunkard bastard was the one who got the Throne of Death? But then, why did he alert me? Shouldn’t it be in his favor if he won’t let anyone find out? Could it be that another legendary king escaped, and he was worried that the news would soon spread, so he was trying to draw others’ attention to him?
’However, this logic also has a massive flaw since that Drunkard bastard knew it was impossible to hide such factions with magic technology. What is going on, and why would a mystic signature have been involved between legendary kings?
’How did the curse break?’ The more he thought, the further his doubts increased and the more complex this matter became.
After thinking for a while, the Spirit Poison King tapped on his chair’s arm, and a black compass-like object appeared in front of the Imp.
Spirit Poison King impassively said, "Introduce the unknown Legendary King’s Signature into this spirit hound first. Let’s find and integrate him first. If the Drunkard Ghost dares to play me, he should be ready to pay the price. Once I have proof, we’ll go after that two-face scoundrel!"
The Imp dared not question Spirit Poison King’s decision and bowed before taking the Spirit Hound and initiating the King’s Order!
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But the Spirit Poison King didn’t know that a few more people had already been here before him, and they had reached the same conclusion.
Now, they were using their unique tracking measures to go after this seemingly ’weak’ Legendary King since Blackwell wasn’t someone easy to deal with.
But alas, if they had known where this would lead them…!