The Desert Battle Leader tossed the last piece of meat into his mouth, his thick Adam's apple moving slightly, emitting a satisfied murmur.
He stood up, his heavy hooves stepping onto the bone surface, producing a dull echo.
He walked to the front of the Warg-Speaker, casting a shadow that completely enveloped him.
"Well done." The Desert Battle Leader extended his scaled hand, casually patting the Warg-Speaker's skinny shoulder, the force causing him to stumble, nearly kneeling.
"From now on, follow me and listen for my command."
The eyes of the Warg-Speaker erupted with joy instantly, hurriedly steadying himself, lowering his head even further, almost touching the cold bone ground: "Thank you, my lord, for your guidance! I vow to serve you to death!"
The Desert Battle Leader no longer looked at him, took strides towards the exit of the hall.
The Warg-Speaker hurriedly jogged to catch up.
Exiting the eerie Bone Hall, the piercing wind and snow blew against them.
