Chapter 422: Nameless
Not far from the entrance to the Prison of Bones, on the Blade Fangs Camp surface.
In the dark night, there was a slightly plump man. He stood in a narrow alley as he silently observed the large, inverted bowl-shaped fortress ahead. It was the most well-known prison in the Western Desert, and even in all of Constellation.
He rolled up his sleeves and fixed his gaze on the darkness there. He smacked his lips, making some noises in the process. A solemn step came from behind him.
"The Prison of Bones. No matter how many times I look at it, it looks like the Ghost Prince Tower…"
The plump man did not even pay attention to the person behind him, because he knew who the newcomer was. He only sighed. "These two things are equally detestable."
That solemn step stopped behind him. The plump man yawned amid the darkness and cold winds, but he still did not turn. "You came out that soon?"
The man behind him seemed to have nodded. A mildly indifferent and ro