Reeva walked along the endless field of reeds until it came to an end. The field of reeds ended, and the land of black rock began.
Reeva sighed. Here he was again, walking the path that seemed long dead. The land had no people, and he couldn't touch anything. All he could do was tread upon the barren ground. Endlessly trying to find the dark castle again.
The black rock seemed endless, but Reeva could have sworn that he found the castle much quicker than before. The tall building at the center loomed as ominously as ever, like a dark wizard's tower where children were imprisoned.
Reeva climbed over the wall and arrived at the spot where he had died last time—beside a wall. This time, however, he knew better than to let himself feel too much happiness in this place. The giant skeleton only seemed to respond to mystic power, so Reeva carefully skirted around the area, keeping his emotions in check.
