Alex walked slowly and painfully down the empty hallway of the massive abandoned castle. The air was thick with the scent of dust and decay, and the only sounds were the soft rustling of his footsteps and the occasional creaking of old wooden beams.
He had sent out all the forces of the palace of death to the empire to fight his battle for him only to retreat to this place after suffering a crippling injury at the hands of the God of death.
Alex felt pissed but he was too weak to do anything about it. The gaping hole on his chest was spreading and black veins were bulging from them, threatening to spread. He had to constantly suppress his death aura with his power.
He had been wandering through the castle for what felt like hours, searching for something he couldn't quite name. He was lost and alone, and the castle seemed like a prison rather than a sanctuary.
