In the middle of the night, it was quiet in Lockburg. The danger remains—the shadows that can be dispelled but cannot be eliminated still linger beyond the light, and the abandoned, lonely castle seems to be a little more alive than usual.

Shrouded in the shadow of death, and excited by being in the royal palace that would never have been entered in this life, the ordinary people gathered here were exhausted but unable to sleep, although they did not dare to make any sound, their eyes were slightly shining in the light of the fire that was not extinguished all night, with curiosity and awe, almost greedily, they took into their eyes every brick and stone, every statue, every decoration, and even every slight crack on the wall in their sight, and deeply engraved them in their memories.

If you can survive, these are enough experiences to brag about for a lifetime.

And beneath the heavy stone slabs, in places beyond their sight, warriors better than the soldiers who walked in the courtyards and corridors still silently guarded the deepest secrets of the castle.

But they can't see walking in another shadow...... A person walking in another space.

Copas Fenton walked down the deep hallway. The oncoming knights were phantoms in his eyes—their bodies twisted and floated like smoke, the light of life in their eyes pale as ghostly fire.

He saw them for what they really were...... He saw their future.

The burning torches on the walls lost their temperature and were just a blurry halo. Copas stopped in front of an open arch that, to the knight guarding it, was just a wall of tapestries.

He didn't have to enter from here...... But he did enjoy the feeling of being above all beings at the moment.

He is no longer such an ignorant creature who can only be at the mercy of fate.

The labyrinth underneath was very different from what Fili Zeri had seen when he entered. It was no longer a gloomy stone henge shrouded in darkness—it was far brighter than Stonebuch in the night. The cold stone walls no longer had a fixed shape, but continued to spread out and reassemble, bursting with a cold white light with each overlapping impact. The same light fell from overhead, condensed into a stream of water on the stone slab beneath his feet, surging silently, flickering and dimming over his feet, seeping into his body, making him tremble and feel indescribable satisfaction.

The power that was once imprisoned and blocked once again flowed in the eternal land created for himself by the "Mage King", but unfortunately, his body and soul have completely disappeared, and there is no possibility of resurrection.

Standing in front of the huge sarcophagus, Copas even felt a little pity for the unfortunate fellow - as a mage, Doron Bofford was a genius not inferior to Kerman Santo, and the great stone shaper mercilessly shattered his dream of eternal life, how much of it was for the "rules" he adhered to, and how much was it because of jealousy?

That's hard to say.

The sarcophagus in front of him was no longer an obsidian stone carved with runes. It was as clear as crystal, and the light that flowed in it was dazzling, but it was wrapped with a faint black shadow.

The priest admired his masterpiece with satisfaction. It was he who awakened the place, who gave it another life...... He has plenty of reasons to be proud of it, and enough qualifications to be rewarded better.

Heavy footsteps came from far and near, stopping beside him.

He looked up and saw the hideous face of another king, far inferior to his ancestors, swollen and twisted as when he died, resentment and reluctance frozen in the blue and black—even though in the other world his form had returned to its former form, almost indistinguishable from a living man, but here he had to show his true face.

He's still just an immortal monster.

This obviously made His Majesty the King, who was becoming more and more irritable, extremely dissatisfied. He glared gloomily at Copass, expressing his resentment and mockery with his bulging eyeballs.

But Copas didn't care.

He looked at the back of his hand. Strange black lines snaked across it, writhing from time to time, moving like a living thing, and a trace of black mist emanated from it, enveloping him in it.

He keeps monsters in his body.

The lines covered his entire body, including his face. He knew how weird he looked...... But so what? The power he received was real.

"If all you can do is make the rubbish that can be broken up in a single rain, you might as well raise a bunch of undead like a necromancer. Ante Boford couldn't help but speak, "At least it looks a little more scary." ”

He had probably forgotten what he was like when he said this—Copas didn't bother to say a word to him, but such ignorance only made him more obsessed, and the priest couldn't do anything about him now.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he replied lightly: "You are right. ”

Ante was still glaring at him. Of course, he could hear his perfunctory, but before he could erupt, there was a sudden darkness around him.

Copas suddenly felt that it was difficult to breathe...... Even though he doesn't really need to breathe right now. But the power of this place was now intimately connected to him, and at this moment, he felt absolutely oppressed.

The place, which was as bright as day but bitterly cold, heated up like a furnace. They can't really feel the temperature, but they feel like they're melting...... In a little turn into ashes.

Even the light that flowed here was dyed with other colors in the blink of an eye—brighter, more dazzling, gold for true sunlight, and red for blood and fire.

The dark shadow that had been entangled in the flow of light trembled and collapsed and dissipated. Copas could hear the silent screams...... He heard his own hoarse and angry growl, and when he felt like he was breaking down and dissipating:

“...... Scott!"

He could barely look directly at the figure standing on the other side of the sarcophagus, at the scorching flames. But when the fire dimmed and he could finally see clearly, the anger in his heart was even stronger...... Then little by little it turned into fear and unwillingness.

He thought he would see a charred corpse—a corpse that had been stuffed into an incinerator like garbage, charred beyond recognition. That's the true face of this "Sage Who Came Back from the Dead", but in fact it was just a victim who was forcibly pulled back into this world, wasn't it?

But what he saw was a Scott who seemed to be much younger...... As young as he had died, the fading glow of the fire left a golden glow on his body, and Copas shrank back uncontrollably as those pale blue eyes looked at him indifferently.

He saw it like a god.