The coffin slowly opened as a hand started crawling out of it, creepily.
Ryder, completely unaware, looked in a different direction, not even knowing what was happening. He was just in thoughts as he tried to think what he could do.
There were a lot of places he could search.
"I wish it's at least in the graveyard somewhere. If I had to dig outside, it'd be a mess, especially when the enemies are so strong. I did hunt a bit along the way and managed to get to level 220, but still, it's nothing before then," Ryder muttered as he rubbed his chin.
He knew that he was getting stronger each day, but it still wasn't enough. It was only strong enough to be compared to the normal levels of the game.
In fact, he was already stronger than the Dragon that had killed him the first time in Divinity.
Even after playing inside Divinity for two years, Ryder wasn't even a level 200 player. He was easily killed by a dragon.
