A heavy creak echoed in an enormous marbled foyer. The warrior donned in full-plate armor walks in. The gigantic double doors behind him started to slowly close with the help of gravity and the weighty wood and metal that it was constructed with. These doors shut tight after a gentle clunk.

  The warrior stopped in his tracks. He began to first look around his surroundings in that vast foyer where each end almost extends up to two thousand cubic meters. There were different sections within the foyer that he can explore further in. The inside of the castle was just as expansive as he had expected when he arrived earlier.

  The warrior had no interest in exploring these sections though as he has only come here for one purpose. A vengeance that he must quench.

  There was a flight of stairs up ahead just a few distances from where he first entered. He moved forward. He has decided to climb it. He knew this was the correct way to finally visit him.

  Two persons suddenly dropped down from the floor above onto the staircase that the warrior was ascending from—both standing six feet tall.

  As the warrior noticed these persons he found that these ambushers had no flesh or any internal organs. They were but mere bones standing somehow all on their own. No trickery was involved to deceive any observer.

  These were undead skeletons. These skeletons were subjected to be controlled by a necromancer. By the fact that these were undead creatures, they had almost double the strength of the world's strongest human as their capabilities were limited by the necromancer that controlled them. The warrior sensed that these skeletons were probably reanimated by a novice.

  The two skeletons were wielding rusty scimitars and wore aged, ruined cloth and what seemed to be probably part of some armor they used to wear.

  Unironically, these skeletons were dead inside. The warrior felt he could relate.

  Immediately, the skeleton swordsmen synchronously attacked the warrior with a quick horizontal slash. The warrior swiftly crouched to try and evade the attack.

  He read the situation correctly, and the scimitars clashed. He understood the usage of the scimitars being slicing weapons, and along with the curved design, would mean more room for him to react. The chance of them conflicting against one another in close quarters was just the icing on the cake.

  It was the warrior's lucky day.

  The warrior immediately grabbed the handle of the weapon from his sheath, and while he was rising after the nimble crouch, he began to quickly spin his body while withdrawing his sword causing a spinning slash against the two skeletons. The warrior was strong, as the two skeletons broke apart, and their bones shattered across the flight of stairs. The sorcery upon these creatures was dispelled.

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  Then, still with his rusty sword in hand, the warrior quickly ascended the stairs. The warrior still senses the necromancer on the next floor. He wanted to hunt for him.

  The second floor was a smaller hall, now with a red carpet that covered the whole floor. He began to swing his rusty sword violently against different objects that were placed within the room. He knocked off a vase, slashed apart a bust of an unknown figure including a stack of books, kicked down side tables, and broke mirrors and a bookshelf too.

  "Okay, I yield! You found me," A man's voice quaked in fear.

  A robed figure stood up from his place of hiding behind some shelves. His hands were open and exposed to either side of his body, acquiescing from the warrior's threats of force.

  "What is it you want? I have no money, but I can give you power... I can show you how to summon not just the dead, but the shadows as well," The necromancer offered.

  The warrior dropped the side table he wanted to wreck again and began to approach the necromancer.

  "Yes, let's just calm down and discuss this shortly. We'll see what we can do for a fine warrior such as yourself," As the necromancer was saying this, he was lowering his arms to reach for the dagger behind his waist. "Yes, slowly, now..."

  The necromancer felt his heartbeat pound loudly. He was getting more and more paranoid with each step the warrior takes to approach him. He was afraid this nervousness might be a dead giveaway of his true intention of stabbing the warrior right through his helmet.

  When the warrior finally reached the necromancer, he immediately thrust his sword against the robed man without a second thought. At the same time, the necromancer has successfully pierced his dagger through the warrior's visor.

  The necromancer suddenly bursts into a fit of hysterical laughter whilst disregarding the injury he has sustained.

  "Fool! I will never share my secrets of power with you!" The necromancer scoffed at the warrior as he kept pushing his dagger through. He immediately supported his dagger with his other hand to ensure that the weapon will skewer through the warrior's skull.

  "I curse you! You will never make it out of this castle alive!" A bit of blood began to leak out of his mouth as he was cursing the warrior.

  The necromancer started to pound the dagger with his palm while being supported with his other hand through the warrior's visor. His hood came off and revealed his face showing a wide smile that expresses his bliss of committing his presumed treachery. "You will never see your family or your loved ones again...! You will never—"

  Before the necromancer could finish what he wanted to say, the warrior quickly pulled his sword out of the necromancer's stomach. "You... will... never..." The necromancer's voice began to weaken and then, he dropped dead and his throes of death were all left that awaited.

  With the dagger still embedded within the warrior's visor, the warrior plucked it out without any struggle or great effort whatsoever. He threw the blade onto the carpet. No blood was spilled from him.

  The warrior looked at the room he was in. It has varying sections. All of the sections either lead him to another hall or another unknown room. He expected each place to be filled with enemies that scattered about.

  The warrior tries to figure out the direction he wanted to go. Upon finally deciding, he passes by the necromancer's corpse to continue of pursuing his vengeance.