The Call of the Castle
Noah sat cross-legged on the bedrock plateau, his body cocooned in the intricate weave of his energy field. His scouting drone had flashed a warning earlier—a massive black castle had appeared in the wasteland, radiating an aura so old and powerful it made the hair on his arms rise.
He wanted to rush forward, to investigate it himself. The temptation was immense. But experience told him otherwise.
The natives entering the castle were unpredictable. If he went there personally, Mythical-level entities might be deployed by the factions; one strike from them, and Noah would be nothing more than dust.
"System," Noah said, voice calm but eyes sharp. "Tell me… is that castle safe?"
A simple reply came from the system but it was enough to shut him up.
[1 sextillion coins needed]
Noah ground his teeth. The cost was astronomical, absurd even, but it was enough to confirm his suspicions: the castle was dangerous. Extremely dangerous.
