Perhaps you've seen it.
Maybe in a dream.
A land brimming with Hollows.
But you'd definitely never thought to find yourself there all the same.
You don't remember how you got there.
Or how long you've been there...
You can scarcely remember who you are.
Just opening your eyes seems to be a struggle...
Your body feels... unsynchronized.
You try to move... and your body is unresponsive.
Only a few seconds later do you find your arms lifting, your (dessicated?) hands and fingers curling and balling into a fist.
Everything is blurry
You can't tell what's what.
There's only dull grays around you.
And something glowing warmly on what's probably a wall.
You're cold.
So cold...
The world seems to swim and sway... but it eventually settles, and so do your thoughts.
It's strange, you can't feel much of anything, even your brain seems numb to everything surrounding you, and the feelings you should be experiencing are not there.
Something scratches at the back of your head, a nagging sensation... Like you should be remembering something but can't possibly seem to recall it.
Or perhaps a task undone, an order forgotten, or something else. A memory? You couldn't tell.
You breathe, raspy. Your chest feels... tight, for but a moment. Slowly you recompose yourself, strength regained to your body, and you realize you're wearing what can barely be recognized as the dingy, dirty, tattered remains of what was once proper clothing. Your skin underneath looks cracked, dry, stuck to your bones.
Something crawls up your spine and you feel as though you should be screaming in terror. Is this a bad dream?
You touch your chest. Your skin is leathery, almost fragile, but something seems to hold you together. You look like a walking corpse, mummified.
Every part of you is the same. This has to be a bad dream--
And then you hear it, a chuckle, hoarse and childish, muted.
Startled, you look for its source, and find it... right next to you.

It's small, tiny, and just as ugly and dirty as you are, wearing similarly tattered robe-like sack cloth. You can't see its face in the dark, but swear you can see a pair of glowing dots where its eyes should be, under the hood that hides its face.
"You're... awake." It speaks, its voice dry, gentle and lucid. You can't quite tell if its a man's voice or a woman's.
...
"Are you scared...?"
You shake your head.
"Of course you aren't. What could you possibly be scared of...? You're dead already, ahahaha!"
Strangely upbeat, for a creature in a similar situation to yours.
"Um... You're not hollow are you...? Can you tell me your name...?"
Your name... You can't remember your name. You already tried to recall it. You couldn't quite seem to grasp it. It didn't seem important. It doesn't seem important right now either.
You tell him you don't know.
"Oh. Well, that's a shame. Hye-he-he! You're halfway there, then. Almost a hollow, that is. That's a shame. I would've liked to have a companion to make the trek with."
Trek...?
"Oh, you don't know, either? My, how long have you been here for...? I only just arrived a few days ago. Or has it been weeks...? I thought I was here on my lonesome, since you looked gone already. I never expected you to wake up. I guess you still have /some/ strength about you!"
You look at him puzzledly, not that you can really make an expression, with how dry and stiff your face is.
"Well, I'm glad you're not a hollow at least. Yet, anyhow."
Somehow you have an instinctual knowledge of what you've become. Both of your states spells it out clearly for you both. You're undead. Not yet gone, but close to the edge. Your bodies are the first thing to go. Then your memories. Then your identity. And then, finally, your personality. You've held onto that last one it seems, for better or worse.

"It's not like our captors are here, anymore, but I never quite worked the courage to go out after the last time, you see..." He stops for a second, as he tilts his head quizzically one way and then the other, as though weighing his thoughts.
"Oh. I might have been here longer than I thought... I can't... I can't recall /when/ I came here, either! Ahaha, gosh and here I was thinking I was still holding on..."
Your own thoughts begin to crystallize, and become slightly clear. You seem to be regaining your ability to think properly, at least for now.
You ask him what he meant by captors, and what happened last time.
"Oh, uhm... our... our captors, yes... Uh... I-- I can't remember... I can't remember their faces... But they tossed me in here for being Undead, like you I suppose. Or maybe you've been here for even longer! Um, the place no longer looks as it did before though.. .Everything was... less run-down, I think."
He's going off-track again, you tell him.
"Sorry. Well... T-there's a monster outside, guarding the castle's gate. I can't... I can't beat him. Every time... he just... he kills me. And I wake up here. Once more. I couldn't take it anymore. So I just decided to waste away here... until I Hollow."
So he just gave up?
"Didn't you? That's why you're here, aren't you?"
You tell him you can't remember.
"Haha, well, lucky you, to have a momentary relapse of bravery and courage, born of your lack of memories. You must've been a great hero long ago... or a fool."
You fall silent. There's definitely some comfort in the thought of giving up and letting yourself fall to oblivion... but there's something inside you pushing you to go on.
You tell him you're not going to stay here until you lose yourself, that you'd like to recover your memories.
"You're welcome to try... But I don't think you'll be capable of slaying the monster. It's just too strong... and you look like you could snap just from someone breathing on you too hard..."

You take a long look at yourself.
While you don't feel much of anything... you sense he might be right, in a way.
"...Are you still going to try...?" He tilts his head again, quizzically. You still can't make out what he is, but as you stare closer, you realize he doesn't quite have humanoid feet. It's hard to tell inside the cell you two share, it being dark and all, but... That looks like an animal's foot.
You nod at him, then ask him if he'd like to come along, after all, he did mention a trek he wished to do. Surely he hasn't lost /all/ hope, right...?
"... M-maybe... I don't know... It's-- It's been so long I don't-- But then, maybe things will be different...? You woke up, after all. Two people might be able to take on the Gate Guardian."
You nod again, and as you start to stand up, you realize just how weak your body feels. You nearly keel over, but you manage to steady yourself, and as you do, the chains and manacles on your wrists fall apart like sand.
They were rusted beyond recognition.
You feel a sudden rush of vitality flow into your body.
Perhaps you are not as far gone as your companion thought you were...
"You're going to need a weapon. There's hollows out there, and I don't think any of them are as friendly as me or you... We're in the castle's dungeon you see. Everyone else has already gone mad."
You blink slowly, and as if on cue, you hear it now. Howling in the distance. Lonely moans, pained, sorrowful howls.
It blends into the whistling of the wind that scrapes the walls and the ground.
"I still have my wand. I can protect you for the time being, but if they overwhelm us... Uhm, let's hope it doesn't come to that, yes...?"
You ask if he knows where you could find anything to use as a weapon.
"We could head to the armory, but... that'd be dangerous. I haven't really looked around much, but then... I also don't really remember the layout of the castle, or what's what anymore."

You can hardly blame them.
Still, somehow you have a feeling you'll come across something soon enough.
You get the feeling that no matter how hard you try...
You will 'die again' at some point... Only to reawaken here.
Like a recurrent dream.
Or nightmare.
Your cellmate stands up, and only now, this close to torchlight can you make out some features.
An elongated skull with its nose missing, eyeless, its flesh as dry and desiccated as yours, like old worn leather drawn too tight around its skeletal framework.
It stirred a sensation of dread within you...
But you didn't let it show.
There was also a tinge of sadness, although you could not tell from where it welled up, or why.
The creature's body was covered in patches of greying thin fur wherever sores did not cover its body.
You weren't much better.
Still, you wondered what sort of thing... person, it was, back when it was alive.
Your head begun to hurt a little.
What did... what did /you/ look like...?
You looked your hands over, nails overgrown and dirty, dried blood caked to your mummified skin, greenish, pus-ridden ulcers...
And you couldn't feel it, not a single thing.
Or even smell it.
Perhaps, for the better.
"Are you... okay?"
You regard your new companion, nodding.
"Very well."
You take a second to realize that the both of you could speak so clearly, despite being so...
So clearly rotten.
Ungainly.
Dead.
...
As you crossed the threshold into the hallway that lead beyond the many locked, rusting cells lining the walls, you could already see it:
the occasional undead, long lost, long gone, wandering about.
Just a handful of them, stuck in repetitive motions.
Smashing their heads bloody against the walls.
Scribbling on the ground.
Biting their fingers raw to the bone, flesh long gone.
Unthinking beasts.
Would... would you... also become like that...?

Time flows by, and it's hard to tell how long you've been exploring the depths of the musty dungeon you and your friend have been locked in.
You've managed to pry a rusted, chipped sword from a hollow after your companion obliterated its body with a Soul Arrow.
Handy.
But...
It's dark. And you've already lost a sense of time, by now. There are no windows or grates that one could look out of, or for sunlight to come inside.
Just dull, grey slabs of stone, mossy and dirty and ever-burning braziers lighting the halls.
And as you continue exploring the maze-like layout of the underground complex...
The two of you have begun to realize the depths of your companion's hollowing. They simply do not recognize the layout of the castle anymore.
None of it seems to spark a memory within them, and they realize that their memories are nearly as jumbled as yours... And... it drives them to a momentary lapse of anxiety
"Gods, h-have we...? H-have I...? How many years has it been!? Oh gods I can't remember...!"
He clutches his head in his hands (paws?), sinking to the ground to his knees he sobs...
You place a hand on his shoulder, and squeeze lightly, before picking him up.
You're unsure what sensation or feeling drives you to show some compassion to this creature...
You tell them they needn't despair yet, that there might be a way on out of here.
"Y-you're right.... You're right! Yes, we're... We're still ourselves, even if we can't... remember..."
You ask if they can remember their name, and if they can tell you it.
"I'm..." He seems to visibly struggle as he grinds his bare teeth together.
"I'm... L-Leo... Leonard... Leonard?"
He trails off, unsure.
"Leonard. I'm... Leonard." He mumbles.
He mouths the word as though he's biting down and chewing down on something that doesn't quite agree with him.
"I haven't heard my own name in so long... Hee-hee-hee!"
You say his name.
He giggles again.
"I'm Leonard!"
It seems to cheer him up.

You're sitting near a bonfire.
Whatever the hell it was it was clearly magical in nature, or something.
The moment you came near it, it just sprung out into flames, and you felt your very being be tugged towards it.
Strange.
None of the creatures you and Leonard had ever encountered seemed to go near it, for whatever reason.
The fire itself seemed to be eternal. It simply didn't go out, burned as brightly as ever no matter how much time passed.
And how had time passed.
Leonard had come up with a name for you, by now.
William, he called you.
"It sounds like a hero's name, you know!" He'd said, grinning as much a walking corpse could, with its desiccated, leathery skin.
You chuckled, but shrugged it off. William it was. William you were.
You two had managed to slay a great number of creatures while exploring the castle's insides, and from it, somehow regained a little strength.
You felt neither hunger nor thirst, nor the need to sleep.
That was consolation.
But the emptiness within you, which you had felt at first...
It was beginning to be quelled, somehow.
With each foe slain and cut down, you could feel yourself draining something from the fallen creatures.
You swung your sword faster, with ease, and surprisingly...
With skill.
Like you'd done this before.
Of course, the second you tried to think of the memory of it...
It eluded you.
Worse, it ached.
But your body, or what was left of it anyhow, remembered.
How strange.
Even Leonard noted on it.
"You're awfully good with the blade," He'd muttered as you extricated the sword with quick ease from the chest of the hollow, before deftly parrying a clumsy oncoming blow, and putting yet another creature to rest.
"Mmh... I can't say," was all you'd managed to say back.
At least now you were a little more confident in your chances of getting out of here...
Wherever the hell 'here' was.

The place was a veritable maze.
A labyrinth.
And worst of all things seemed to shift...
Everything except the paths leading back to your cell and the bonfire.
It made navigating the underground complex incredibly difficult.
Either that, or your memory was playing tricks on you.
Still, you and Leonard both began to notice a pattern...
Well, Leonard did.
You didn't have his observant gaze, it seemed.
He noted that all the paths that remained had slightly different architecture to the rest.
They bore a distinct feature you hadn't picked up on until now.
Etchings, engravings and strange runes that, with the shadows cast by the torches went unnoticed as scratches on the stone slabs that made up the walls.
Smart boy had figured it out when he'd cast a particularly large soul arrow spell...
The runes had reacted to the magic in the air, and glowed.
You swore he glowed when you congratulated him on his epiphany.
Equal parts adorable and unsettling to hear his tail rattle behind him as it swung from side to side.
Inexplicably, you felt yourself drawn to pet him
It only made the rattling louder and faster as he nudged his hooded head against your decaying hand.
"I knew I was still good for something!" he mused, beaming.
"You mean besides your aptitude for sorcery." You added, bumping your fist lightly against his shoulder.
If he were alive he might've blushed, the way he hid his face from you, pulling down on his hood.
...
The search for an exit continued now that the two of you figured out how the castle's underground layout worked.
This place really was a dungeon after all, one designed to keep as many hollows wandering down below as they could stuff within.
Anyone would go mad in here.
You had already, once.
The only thing that seemed to keep the two of you going was each other's company and luck's grace that, somehow, by chance... Reason had been given back to you.
Even if you were but a walking corpse at the moment.

You swear you can feel yourself growing stronger and stronger the more time you spend down here.
Not just muscle memory.
Your body itself seems to have regained a measure of vigor.
As if every undead you slay bestows upon you what little vitality they had left within them.
It's the same for little Leo.
Neither of you are dessicated skin and bones.
Your body seems...
Fuller?
Your clothes don't hang as loosely as before.
Plenty of unsightly, rotting sores all over you and your companion though.
It's unsettling.
If you saw someone like you that came shambling towards you, you'd cut'em down without a second thought.
You'd seen your reflection on a puddle of water.
It was awful.
Leonard wasn't much better but you could tell now, even under his hood...
He was some kind of beast.
He sort of resembled a goat of sorts.
His patchy fur, round teeth and nubby little horns gave it away.
Looked like a daemonic little imp creature.
Didn't stop the either of you from continuing.
Now that the two of you knew how to pick out the right paths from the ever-changing maze of corridors, you felt a little surer about getting out.
It only took a few hours - at least, you thought it was a few hours.
Funny thing about staying underground for so long is you tend to lose track of time pretty quickly.
The more you walked, the more bonfires you ran into.
The undead and other creatures stayed away from them.
A nice little respite, as you sat down by the warm glow of the fire.
It was invigorating.
You and Leo didn't have much to talk about.
Neither of you could recall your pasts after all, and there wasn't much else to do.
He seemed as much an introverted recluse as you were.
Someone had to break the ice though.
"I keep thinking... How'd you become a sorcerer...? I mean, er, how does one become a sorcerer? Studies, or mere aptitude?" William peered on over at Leo.
Leonard nudged his feet together, quietly...

It took a few seconds before Leonard worked up the will to speak.
"Um... I can't remember when I first learned how to perform magic... But I know... I know it's not all the same. That much I remember. The theories... the... the sensation... It's like a little flame. You need to have, uhm... kindling, of sorts. Everyone has it. And then the will to spark it into a flame. Some arts are purely instinctive... Like Miracles. Miracles are bestowed by the gods, and your faith strengthens them."
William smiled a little bit, and that small gesture seemed to encourage Leo just a tad.
"Hexes and Sorceries are learned, studied, and fabricated, with great technical and experimental effort. Pyromancies are also bestowed... or shared, rather, but work through sheet willpower and imagination I'm told. You must share the seed of the flame and learn to tame it, as it burns through the use of your own soul.... It is by far the most instinctive of all schools of magic."
William scooted a little closer. "Do you think I could learn magic, perhaps?"
"I don't see why not... though you'd need to find a master, or take up a covenant with a god... Um... I could teach you the basics of sorceries! I... I think! That is, if you've the aptitudes for it!"
"Maybe."
Neither of you spoke much afterwards, but Leonard did scoot towards you as well, and quietly, he leaned against your shoulder.
You watched the flames flicker and lick the blade embedded on the ashen pille of searing bones together in silence.
...

Somehow you felt sleep take you for the first time.
You hadn't even noticed.
Tired, as a Hollow? Strange.
However much time had gone by, now you felt... well rested, for the first time in ages.
And stiff. Oh-so-stiff.
Gods every joint ached, every thing felt rusty.
Felt...?
"Uuuh... uhhh..!!! Wi-William!"
You looked down at the fluffy little thing sitting next to you.
Leonard looked up at you with wide, tear-welling green eyes—
"WILL! I— OH!"
The thought struck you, the two of you.
You looked at your hands - YOUR hands.
Flesh! Soft, gainly, supple, healthy and firm flesh!
And Leo was just as much surprised, no longer a rattling bag of bones but i stead a lopeared little goat-boy in tattered shredded rags—
He was so slender, his body covered by a fresh layer of short, black fur and a mop of long, ass-length hair.
Now you could really tell that he was a boy - an effete, girlish one with ample hips and thighs.
His lower lip quivered as he buried his snout into your shoulder, quietly sobbing.
All of a sudden you could feel again.
The wetness of his tears the softness of his hands, the plumpness of his body, the damp cold environment and... and the warmth of each other's body, altogether different from that exuded by the bonfire's.
How...?
You inspected your own body.
Hands, feet, torso, touching your face all over...
No sores, no gashes, no wounds —
It's as if you'd never been undead at all...
Until you lifted up your ragged clothes and found a strange branded symbol atop your breast, right over your heart...
William winced at the sight, a stabbing pain piercing through his skull for a second...
A memory flashed by in an instant.
"Thou art chosen, chosen and cursed. Thy torment unto true death, thine fate is sealed. Hear thus mortal, for thine defiance we set our brow against thee, doomed to wander till thy spirit and memory fade, scattered like sand in the wind..."
...

You snapped out of it as quickly as you'd been drawn in.
What the hell was that?
Your body felt leaden again for a second
Your sight clouded
Your mind felt foggy
But then you felt Leo's hands clasp your cheeks
Dainty little soft-furred digits that dragged you back into reality.
Your gaze focused, your mind regained its sharpness and your body felt yours once more.
Confusion still sprawled in your head but you could put it away for later, now.
"William! William!" He called out, eyes glistening in the dimly lit room.
"Wake up William! A-are you okay!?" He shook you a little bit, his nose twitching.
He was a little too close for comfort, but you let him know you were alright as you took his hands and lowered them.
A beastman, after all...
You had no recollection if you'd ever met someone like him...
But his appearance was not at all offputting.
Instead, you found him...
Adorable, was one way to put him.
His form was soft enough, his eyes large enough, and his lips plump and strangely alluring- He had the likeness of a goat, yet he possessed a human's grace.
"A-ah... L-Leonard...? Oh... How?"
"I don't know! Maybe... Maybe it's got something to do with all the hollows we've been slaying. Um, I don't know if you felt it, but the more we travelled and more hollows we've slain, the more I felt... Awake! Er, more... 'alive', I guess. I... I almost remembered something, I think. Just now..."
"I... I did as well. A vision, of sorts. I can't... I can't recall it. A curse? Are we... Are we truly undead? Cursed to undeath?"
"I... That must be it. Perhaps this is how we've been staving off true death."
Leonard clasped his hands together as he leaned against you. Unknowingly, he'd clambered atop your lap and made himself comfortable there-
Right up until he noticed, anyhow, then swiftly hopped off.
His cheeks burned and blushed red even through his black fur.
"...?" You eyed him up.
"Sorry... Uhm. I- I feel well! Well rested, I mean."

Strange.
"We should get moving, anyhow. I- I feel a draft, we must be close to the way out of here!"
Leonard quickly dusted himself off - a strange gesture given the rattiness of his robes - and picked up his staff, heading out into the corridors.
You wasted little time in gathering your own things and following after him.
Quickly enough you caught up, and from then on it was back to wandering through the ever-shifting maze-like complex, always making sure to follow the faint glowing magical runes on the walls and ceiling.
By now, you two had wandered for what you could probably guess had been about a week or so. Maybe more. Again, it was a little hard to tell, given until recently you'd never even slept and you were underground.
As usual, you took point to handle any stray hollows you would come across.
Some of them began to resemble guards more than prisoners though.
They wielded rusty axes or blades, spears, and cracked wooden shields.
Most of their gear would crumble to dust as soon as the hollow was slain...
But sometimes, a few things retained their form.
You got your hands on a shitty targe.
The planks were splintering, a few arrowheads stuck from it and the iron clasps were a little loose.
Better than nothing.
At least it complimented your undead warrior look.
A few swings while holding the shield let you test the balance of your footwork and cuts now.
Not too shabby.
Leonard watched in silence with a mirthful smile on his lips. Even in the dark you could tell.
"Shall we get going, then, Will...?"
You beckoned him as you took the lead again.
At last after a few hours of following drafts and sputtering glyphs, you'd done it.
As the two of you reached a pair of gates and opened them, you came into what must've been the entrance of the dungeon.
A large set of stairs from which dim moonlight poured down from stood before you, the end interminable.
Rats squeaked and dispersed into cracks in the stone walls.

Damp foliage and overgrowth sprawled over the stony ceiling and sprouted from the same cracks as well, growing thicker and thicker towards the staircase. Each step was composed of a singular slab of granite, cyclopean in design.
Must've taken ages to build this, considering the size and heft of the stones.
Leonard tugged on your sleeve.
He had a concerned expression on his face.
"William...? Should... Should we... Should we keep going? Maybe it's not such a good idea. We should stay here, I think... I-..."
He fell silent, though the expression on his face said much more.
He was scared, even if he wasn't trembling.
Perhaps he remembered the horrors he witnessed before.
Or maybe it was simply a feeling.
Either way, you'd come a long way simply to walk back and stay here.
You pulled away.
"We're almost out. Don't fall apart on me now."
The words felt odd in your mouth, as if it wasn't you speaking.
Since when had you been this impetuous?
Nothing backed up your words, at least not inside your head.
You felt a strange sense of righteousness well up behind the muddy corners of your mind.
A push that gripped your heart and led you up along the massive stairs.
Poor Leonard didn't even get to complain or refute your words, he quietly followed along instead, clutching his hands to his chest.
You looked forwards, and up.
The light seemed so far away, it was almost blinding.
You couldn't see the end.
But you knew it was there.
Was that the moon...?
"William... I don't... I don't want to go...!"
You looked behind you, gritting your teeth.
Couldn't he understand...? That it was almost over...?
You took him by the wrist and pulled him along.
He nearly stumbled.
"Not now, I won't rest until I'm outside. I will not rot and fade in these cells."
Conviction filled your body.
A fire that fueled your movements.
You wouldn't turn.
Not like the ones you'd slain.
Not like them, you would remember, and live.
"Come with me, Leonard."

You held out your hand for him
He seemed hesitant at first, but he reached out to you in kind.
Your hands touched and you clasped his palm in yours.
You could feel his warmth... And the trembling of his hand.
"I'll keep you safe. Trust in me."
With a squeeze of his hand, he quietly nodded.
"Good, then let's continue."
You were about to let go - only to realize he wouldn't.
Leonard's eyes avoided your gaze and his lips quivered a little bit as he turned his head in a way that hid his face from you.
Nevertheless, you continued, with him at your side as you climbed the steps...
And climbed...
And climbed...
And climbed.
The way up seemed interminable, but you swore the end seemed just a little closer than before.
The way back down on the other hand... You couldn't see anymore.
Far gone behind the two of you, the depths swallowed it all up in veil of darkness.
No way but forward.
He squeezed your hand again
Leonard offered you a meek little smile.
"We're closer now, aren't we...?"
"Almost there, Leo."
He was strangely affectionate now, ever since the two of you had regained your flesh
You wondered if your current state had changed anything about you two.
Before, he'd been far more distant.
Not cold, just... disconnected.
Perhaps undeath took not only your senses and memories but feelings as well.
You too could feel it though.
A thread of mild interest and affection hanging between the two of you.
The last few weeks of near-aimless wandering had, after all, left you in each other's company for the entire time.
You felt the faintest bit of worry for him.
You had grown to care.
And clearly, so had he.
He hadn't shown fear until now.
And you hadn't felt this desire to protect, until now either.
You tugged him along.
...

The better part of an hour had rolled by slowly and monotonously.
The sound of both your steps on smooth stone.
You were starting to feel more than just a little burn on your legs and lungs.
The labored, quick beating of your heart.
God, you couldn't remember the last time you felt the sensation of exertion.
It was enough to make you think about the benefits of undeath.
At least you'd feel no pain.
No struggling.
Perhaps that was why so many turned.
The relief of letting go, of resting.
It was tempting.
Yet the loss of your memory and will to recover it spurred you onwards.
That, and a nagging sensation you couldn't quite put your finger on.
A lingering feeling that welled up from the foggy corners of your mind.
"How much longer...?"
You snapped out of your thoughts and looked upwards from your trudging feet.
Before you'd even realized it, you and Leonard had closed the distance. Only a few more steps away.
"Almost there..." You replied.
...
At the top of the stairs you came to an opening.
You'd reached the entrance of the dungeon, and beyond...
Beyond laid nothing but ruins and the remains of the castle's walls.
The night sky above glittered with uncountable stars and a handful of rolling clouds.
The sound of the wind whistling through leaves in swaying trees and the crashing of waves against shores and cliffs echoed through the ruined castle.
A peaceful scenery.
One that contrasted heavily with the dingy, filthy dungeons below.
You hadn't breathed fresh air in so long it seemed alien.
Leonard had a bright and happy smile on his face.
He took deep breaths, raised his arms and nearly hopped in place as he looked around.
Stone rubble littered the area along with broken blades, spears and arrows.
Yet not a single skeleton or corpse in sight.
The standing walls reached so high up along the foundations of the castle it was a wonder how massive the complex must've been.
The remains were all covered in foliage and green.