The moment the bright white light faded, Owen felt solid ground beneath his feet once more.
Slowly opening his eyes, he found himself in a dark, lifeless place.
Even the air itself smelled of decay and rotten flesh.
''…''
Owen quietly looked around for a moment.
Then he let out a deep sigh as he dragged a hand over his face.
''I'm here?! Again!'' he cursed dramatically.
Slowly turning around, his expression only grew more annoyed.
His eyes locked onto a colossal silhouette sitting on top of a massive throne made of countless bones.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the silhouette gradually became clearer.
An enormous skeleton sat motionless upon the throne.
A magnificent golden crown rested atop its skull, countless glowing red gemstones embedded within it.
Beside the throne stood a massive, rough greatsword, its bone-like blade buried deep into the black earth.
Suddenly, black flames slowly ignited within its empty eye sockets.
