Spirit Dimension, Somewhere.
The night was as dark as ink, and dim moonlight shrouded the dense forest. A man in black, hood drawn, passed silently through the shadows, his figure blending seamlessly with the undergrowth.
He arrived at a cave entrance thickly covered with vines, with only a faint, eerie light shining through. The man in black bent slightly and entered the cave.
A cold wind blew from deep within, accompanied by a wailing sound. At first, the cave was silent and dark, but as he went deeper, he began to hear faint commotion—sounds of fighting and shouting.
It was a swarm of Insectoids.
In a spacious chamber, Insectoids of various forms were locked in a fierce battle. Some were as large as armored beetles, others darted nimbly between the crowd. Roars and collisions echoed, making the cave walls tremble. They tore at each other with fangs and claws, every attack sending bodily fluids and carapace fragments flying.
This was the insect hive.
The boss had gone out and hadn't returned, the Insect Knight was dead, and now the entire hive was leaderless. The remaining insects were fiercely fighting to determine who would lead next.
Suddenly, some of the insects noticed the man in black at the entrance.
"Human scent!"
"A human? Here?"
The swarm immediately dropped their quarrels and rushed at the man in black in a frenzy, baring their fangs and claws, ready to tear him to pieces.
But the man in black simply looked up calmly, his eyes beneath the hood glowing with a cold green light. A hexagram mark appeared on his forehead, spinning slowly like a magical wheel.
Boom!
"..."
A few minutes later, the battle in the cave was over.
Insects lay everywhere, scattered and defeated. Carapace fragments, fluids, and blood mixed together, forming a bizarre, bloody pattern.
The man stood in the center of the cave, coldly surveying the fallen insects, the hexagram on his forehead glowing, his black robe fluttering without wind.
Behind him, a massive shadow was slowly fading, with traces of ghostly blue flames lingering nearby.
"Stop! Stop! We're on the same side!" A mantis-like Insectoid coughed up blood as it hurriedly begged for mercy.
"We didn't know a divine messenger had arrived..."
The man in black coldly asked, "Has an outsider duelist entered this dimension?"
An insectoid immediately nodded.
"Yes. I heard the Skull King's wife ran off with the enemy, and then he defected as well."
"That's just a rumor," another insectoid interjected, "That sounds too far-fetched."
"It's true! My intel network is reliable."
"..."
The man in black gestured for them to be silent, then continued coldly, "Where did your leader go?"
The insects looked embarrassed.
"Uh, the boss heard the Skull King was beaten, so he went to confront those guys..."
"And then?"
"And... he hasn't returned since."
The man fell silent, as if deep in thought.
The mantis insectoid asked cautiously, "Lord Messenger, since the boss is gone, don't you think we need a new acting leader? How about I—"
The man glared coldly, and the mantis hastily drew its head back, not daring to speak further.
"One last question."
His eyes flashed green as he asked in a deep voice:
"In this dimension, is there a Phoenix God ruin?"
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