"Serey is the Night King's most beloved eldest son. In the distant past, Serey was the most aggressive and violent lord among the Night Race, waging war everywhere, never resting.

Every time Serey toppled a city, he would judge the people: either join the Night Race or die.

Under the threat of death, few could refuse the allure of the Undying Body. Because of this, Serey's legion grew stronger day by day, invincible. In the long and protracted warfare lasting hundreds of years, it could be said that more than half of the Night Race's territory was expanded by Serey."

Fuen added, "These records were obtained from ancient texts, and some from the mouths of fellow Undead. As for Serey himself, he never mentions his years of conquest."

Bologue said, "The Serey of now and the Serey of the past are almost like two different people."

"More than just two people, I am really curious about what Serey went through to become like this.

From a bloodthirsty, violent lord to today's... pole dancer?"

Fuen did not sigh further, but continued to talk about the Serey he knew from the past.

"Although the Night Race possesses the Undying Body and spreads it easily, their own critical weaknesses limit the expansion of the Eternal Night Empire.

During the night, the Night Race would launch attacks recklessly, but when daylight came, they could only cower in the shadows, leaving themselves at our mercy. Because of this, although the Night Race was powerful, for a long time, we were in a stalemate with them. Moreover, when the Night Race expanded to a certain scale, they became dormant."

Fuen seemed to have more to say, but he swallowed his words and began to talk about what everyone knew.

"After many years, with the development of Alchemy Matrix Technology, new conflicts were brewing in the shadows, and then, as we know, the Dawn War broke out. The Night Race expanded at an astonishing speed, annexing various countries. To curb their advance, we united together."

"In the final showdown, the Night Race summoned clouds to turn the day into night, fighting under the protection of shadows. At the moment of despair, the Clarks called upon a storm to disperse the clouds. Brilliant sunlight fell, burning away all evils."

The silent Church spoke at this time, narrating the finale of the war with a poet-like chanting tone.

"This has always been the glory of the Clarks."

Fuen smiled in agreement with this magnificent achievement, but his smile did not last long, becoming cold and stiff.

"But this is just false glory. The storm of the Clarks was not decisive in the direction of the war, only the last straw that broke the back of the Eternal Night Empire."

Bologue curiously asked, "Was the real hero Serey? What exactly did he do during the Dawn War?"

Every Undead, no matter how ridiculous they seem now, hides a story of mountains of corpses and seas of blood behind them, a living, undying legend.

"He didn't do much at all..."

Fuen halted his words, with a slight smile, but this gentle tone carried a chilling malice.

"Serey injured his father, killed all his siblings, and almost single-handedly wiped out the 'Pure Blood' class of the Night Race.

As for the final showdown, it was merely a group of oblivious sacrifices, united under Serey's command, recklessly launching a full assault."

Fuen casually recounted the shocking conspiracy and betrayal.

"It was not a full assault or a decisive battle, but a premeditated massacre, a conclusion personally chosen for the Night Race by Serey, this mad executioner.

The plain was the burial ground for all the Night Race. When the clouds dispersed, the sunlight scorched hundreds of Night Race members, setting the entire wilderness ablaze for seven days and nights."

Bologue held his breath unconsciously. No matter what, he never imagined the truth of the Dawn War would be such a scene, not the extreme ferocity of mutual slaughter, but only Serey's extremely cold scheme.

On one side was a ruthless turncoat, a conspirator, and on the other a laughable pole dancer. The overly divided image left Bologue's thoughts sluggish, a bizarre chill constantly traveling through his limbs.

In Bologue's eyes, Serey was like a docile viper.

Serey had retracted his fangs, but this did not change the essence of him being a viper.

"Why... did he do it?" Bologue didn't understand Serey's betrayal, "Did he suddenly come to his senses?"

Fuen half-jokingly said, "As I said earlier, perhaps Serey was just simply tired of being undead.

He may not have the courage to end his undying life, but he had the courage to lend a hand and help other members of the Night Race fulfill their wishes."

This joke isn't funny.

Bologue sighed, "Sounds like a capricious lunatic."

"You just realized that? That's the essence of the Undead. Over the long years, they gradually lose themselves, becoming numb walking corpses, acting only to stimulate their dull senses."

Fuen blessed, "May you remain clear-headed for a long time, Bologue."

"That doesn't sound like a blessing, more like some kind of curse."

Bologue felt a heaviness in his chest, not sure if it was the content of the conversation or the change in surroundings. His breathing became oppressed and weary.

"Hahaha, how could it be a curse? It's just a destined prophecy."

Fuen waved his hand, "Fortunately, our lives are short, and we won't witness the day you descend into madness."

Bologue asked, "Is that supposed to be a good thing?"

Fuen explained, "At least in the eyes of the ones you love, and those who love you, until the moment they die, you'll still be in that perfect flawless state."

No disappointment.

"Not long ago, during a mission, I encountered a member of the Night Race. She seemed to have a deep connection with Serey."

Bologue thought it was time to divulge this piece of information. His voice echoed in the dim stairway.

"Olivia, is it?" Fuen had already known of this information, "When you reported it to the Order Bureau, they had already informed me, after all, the 'Dawn Oath' is within the Clarks."

"She harbors an extreme hatred for Serey… She might be a survivor from the Dawn War," Bologue said, "The recent assaults are likely orchestrated by her."

"Is that so? Let's first take a look at the 'Dawn Oath'," Fuen displayed a helpless smile, "I must admit, though I'm the Patriarch of the Clarks, I've never inspected the 'Dawn Oath' all these years."

Fuen continued speaking.

"We've arrived."

The end of the spiral staircase led to a straight corridor, with dim lights burning silently on both sides. Bologue stepped onto the corridor, and the roaring of the wind came from all directions.

Even though Bologue was already deep inside the castle, raging winds still surrounded this subterranean area, offering an intriguingly novel experience, as if the corridor was built amidst a storm.

Fuen's eyes emitted a faint glow. Under the resonance of the Ether, obstacles along the way shifted one by one. The defense mechanisms here were somewhat similar to a Cultivation Room. With the turning of mechanisms, massive stones moved aside one by one, layer by layer, revealing an iron-cast gate at the end.

"The defenses here don't seem strong," Church inspected the defenses of the Clarks along the way, "A far cry from the Cultivation Room."

"The Cultivation Room is a terrifying Void Realm. Few in this world can compare to it. You comparing it with here makes me feel extremely honored."

After many years working within the Order Bureau, Fuen had a very clear understanding of the strength of the Cultivation Room.

With a gentle wave, the iron-cast gate opened in response.

"The last time this was opened was to send Palmer to work at the Order Bureau."

As Fuen said, this place hadn't been opened in a long time, with metal and stone grinding together, producing ear-piercing friction sounds. Pebbles caught in the crevices were crushed into fine dust.

Ether clung to the metal. A completely enclosed self-circulating space was chiseled out with an opening, and an ancient wind swept through the darkness behind the door. Bologue couldn't help but cough a few times.

The sound entered the darkness, bringing back a distant echo, like the jaws of a giant beast yawning open.

Bologue felt nothing. This guy had ventured to heaven and earth, even having explored the realm after death. Mere unknown darkness couldn't intimidate Bologue. Church, on the other hand, seemed much more tense. He was carrying a responsibility, and involuntarily gripped the briefcase in his hand tighter.

"Where we're headed next is called the 'Wind Cellar'. It's the core area of the Clarks. No matter what you see inside, I hope you can remain silent after leaving."

After Fuen's reminder, he stepped into the darkness beyond the door, and instantly the sounds of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning filled the surroundings, echoing continuously.

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