Inside the coffin lay a dried corpse dressed in a black suit, its skin wrinkled like sun-dried bark clinging tightly to the skeleton.
Within the coffin, faintly visible were some ancient symbols, all painted on with blood.
The man raised his arm and bit into it without hesitation, pouring blood over the face of the dried corpse, bowing his head in devout prayer, "Lord Fiers, you are the purest blood member of the Morolick Clan, you sacrificed everything for the glory of the Morolick Clan, even your life. Your nobility and greatness shroud me with courage. As a bloodline of the Morolick Clan, please awaken from endless slumber, please assist..."
Bang!
Just as the man was devoutly praying, a large fist covered with black hair swiftly swung from the side, mercilessly punching him in the face.
The man's prayer came to an abrupt halt as his cheek was forcefully caved in by the punch, his eyeballs bulged, and his entire body was sent flying like a cannonball into the nearby wall.
