Alex stood up, brushing the dirt off his armor.
The notification about the reset spawn point flashed in front of him, and he grimaced.
He knew exactly what it meant—he was stuck here in the [Undead Land] until he either found a way out or somehow survived long enough to level up and escape.
The latter seemed nearly impossible at level 33.
In the distance, the towering [Undead Castle] loomed, a dark fortress silhouetted against the ominous sky.
It was where the current [Undead Lord] resided.
Alex had a feeling that place would eventually be his destination, but he had no intention of marching there just yet.
Not without a plan, at least.
"Great. Just great," Alex muttered to himself. "All thanks to that damned dragon."
Despite his frustration, Alex knew Alphox wasn't really to blame.
The dragon was powerful, yes, but unpredictable and uncontrollable.
