It only came into his mind about what awaited in the dungeon; it was shrouded that even it was beyond Athan's capabilities. Perhaps at this point.
He knew he had to get stronger.
Yet it only took him strong enough to force his way into this section of the castle, as it was one of the last places he had ventured in his previous life.
It had been decades past. Lights quenched its brilliance for a long time, revealing nothing but a cold abyss that numbed one's skin and blinded one's eyesight.
It was only rumored the dangers hidden within the darkness of its overtly glamorous, stark glass-like castle that stood atop the mountainous taiga and in the eternal snowstorms.
When he saw it in his two eyes, it was already too late as the conflict arose within his heart.
The dust piled up, with the bricks and glass that dulled through time.
One by one, Athan ordered to do a rigorous search and clean attempt to restore the heinous place into a memorable museum.
