Al had exactly one week to learn from the saint of death.
He could learn history. He could learn magic. He could learn physical stuff!
He could learn it all!
Except, he had to learn whatever the hell he wanted in just that week.
The Castle of death was an odd place.
Ordinarily, there was nothing around but mist.
But as long as you had the authority and the desire to reach a place, you could reach it. and that meant, even places not directly connected, like perhaps the other side of the world. It only worked in this world, however.
"This is still fascinating," Al mumbled, staring around.
No matter where he looked, all he saw was white mist and darkness.
Yet, he could feel that he might be able to go anywhere!
"Hmm…" The skeleton pondered walking by his side. "You might be able to…"
"Able to?" Al asked.
Froza and Xaria had stayed behind. Froza was a little weak and Xaria wanted to have a talk with her.
