The Sorcerer of Black Magic

They find themselves in a quiet graveyard. There’s nothing particular but gravestones and strong-smelling thin mist. The trees around them look old and most of them are dead ones that give such an eerie impression for this place.

ßenlong walks really carefully as the guardian of this floor might appear anytime. All they can see are old and dirty gravestones with jasmine petals around them. As expected of a graveyard: Too quiet. They do feel an awkward atmosphere as they advance.

“You know Alfi, I never like a graveyard,” Aoi said. ”The last place to sleep for all living beings always gives blue and gloomy vibes, right?” She said sadly.

“Well, anyone will die, won’t die?” Alfi said briefly. ”But why does death exist anyway?” He added.

“It’s because of life existence.” ßenlong cut. ”Human starts by being born and ends by be