The Netherworld Palace stood cold and quiet, snow foam swept over the ancient red-lacquered railing of the Panlong Cloud Sea, half-rolled bamboo leaves rustled in the wind, producing a sparse sound, as a few palace attendants earnestly swept the snow along the corridor steps.
The Royal Palace was especially tranquil and silent in the morning, as the wind whipped up the snow, the howling sound startled the birds resting at night, inexplicably adding a touch of desolate eeriness to the majestic ancient palace.
A young Demon Clan girl, sweeping snow with her head down, suddenly screamed, dropping her broom.
The surrounding palace attendants gathered around, observing the snow she had swept away, underneath which... the frozen layers of blood slowly spread out.
Everyone's face turned pale in an instant; the snow last night fell heavily, accumulating deeply. Within the bizarre snowstorm in the palace, in just one day, half of a gnawed corpse was unexpectedly revealed.
