The embrace of death was rather peaceful, but Kai knew he had to wake up.
Kai stirred, a cold dampness seeping through his clothes as his eyes fluttered open.
"It seems I'm not dead yet," he muttered under his breath, scanning the hall he found himself in.
The floor beneath him was made of carved stone, web-like cracks running across its surface.
The air was damp, touched by the scent of ancient iron and something older. The walls felt as though grief and sorrow had seeped into them.
Around him stood towering statues of knights, armored figures hewn from obsidian and marble, their swords piercing the ground.
They were just statues, but Kai couldn't help but feel their oppressive gazes weighing down on him.
Slowly rising to his feet, he rubbed his aching neck and turned, noting the sheer size of the chamber: high, arched ceilings with crumbling buttresses, all lit by flickering, eerie torches.
At the far end of the hall, directly ahead, stood a knight.
