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Exploring the place, Jeremy noticed a strage zone, full of creatures.
In the middle of the zone...
"What is that? A door?" Jeremy muttered.
Then decide to approach it.
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Jeremy exhaled as the last of the grotesque creatures collapsed at his feet.
These weren't just monsters.
They were wrong.
Twisted horrors of flesh and bone, some barely resembling anything natural. Their movements were erratic, their screams unnatural.
Even Mordis had paused for a moment, his glowing blue eyes narrowing in silent curiosity.
But now, the battlefield was silent.
Jeremy wiped his blade clean, then turned to the door.
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It stood alone.
No walls. No ruins. No foundation.
Just a massive, ornate door, carved from obsidian-black stone, standing in the middle of this lifeless wasteland.
It pulsed faintly, as if alive.
Jeremy swallowed.
This was not normal.
His instincts screamed at him to turn back.
Which meant, of course, he was going to open it.
He placed a hand on the cold surface.
For a moment—
Everything went silent.
Then—
A pulse.
The carvings on the door shifted, twisting into symbols he couldn't recognize.
Then—
It opened.
A howling vortex of darkness erupted from within, spiraling outward.
Jeremy barely had time to react before he felt an unseen force wrap around him—
And pull.
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Jeremy's world became nothing but shadows.
Cold. Weightless. Endless.
For a moment, he couldn't even tell if he was falling or floating.
Then—
A distant whisper.
"…You should not be here…"
Jeremy's eyes widened.
Someone—something—was speaking to him.
The voice was ancient. Hollow. Everywhere.
He tried to move, but his body wouldn't respond.
The darkness around him shifted, swirling like a living thing.
Then, suddenly—
Light.
Jeremy slammed onto solid ground.
The impact knocked the breath out of him, but he was alive.
His vision blurred as he blinked rapidly, trying to adjust—
Then he saw it.
And his blood ran cold.
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A City of the Dead
He wasn't in the Dead Scar anymore.
He was somewhere else.
A vast, silent city stretched before him, filled with towers of black stone and massive statues of forgotten kings.
But everything was wrong.
The sky above was a swirling abyss, with no sun, no stars—only a vast, shifting void.
The air was thick with an unnatural stillness.
And the city…
It was completely abandoned.
No people. No life.
Only countless empty buildings, their windows like hollow eyes, staring down at him.
Jeremy felt his heartbeat quicken.
Then—
A notification flashed before his eyes.
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[You have entered: The Nameless Necropolis]
[Warning: This realm does not belong to the living.]
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Jeremy's breath caught in his throat.
The Nameless Necropolis?
This place had a name—which meant someone had been here before.
But why had he never heard of it?
More importantly—
How the hell was he going to get out?