[You have reached the second Level of the Fallen Realm of Gods]
[Welcome player to the Dark Castle]
Oliver's body reformed from sparks of shimmering light, and there he stood, perched atop a black jagged boulder, the wind howling as it carried hot ash across his face.
"Just as I remember it," Oliver said to himself, his gaze sweeping across the environment.
Black volcanic ash stretched endlessly. Jagged rocks jutted from the ground at unnatural angles. The terrain was uneven, fractured with craters littering the land as though a catastrophic war had taken place here years ago, leaving behind only ruin and silence.
But more importantly—
It was the castle.
The black obsidian structure loomed in the distance like a fallen god. Massive and Oppressive. Its sides were cracked and worn, its towers broken and leaning.
That was the Dark Castle.
Oliver's goal.
But the moment his boots settled firmly against the obsidian boulder—
The ground trembled.
