"Black City Ghost, Mysterious Ginseng Old Monster, how about our three clans declare a truce today?" Su Shan wielded a greatblade, as large as a door panel. The power of Rule flowed along its surface, making it appear exceptionally sharp.
Not far away, a heavily armored Ghost and a half-human, half-beast Demon maintained a tense three-way standoff.
This was the third year after the cataclysmic impact from beyond the sky. By now, of the Ten Thousand Clans, only the Human, Ghost, and Demon Clans remained; most of the others had been wiped out. Not all were utterly annihilated, of course; some remnants inevitably survived the widespread extinction. However, their meager numbers were no longer significant enough to make a difference.
"A truce?" Upon hearing these words, Black City couldn't help but let out a chilling, cackling laugh.
