Lucivar stood motionless in the middle of the red desert.
His shoulders slumped down, arms and legs hung like a broken marionette.
For a moment, he stood there, face staring at the stone structure behind him while his mind desperately tried to deny what had just happened. Then, once the reality settled in—the fact that he died when he was a few steps away from the finish line, a bitter laugh bubbled from his throat.
"Perfect… Perfect! Exactly what I needed!" He sarcastically shouted. "What else would I want other than starting over when the finish line, Sha was right in front of my eyes. Why would I want to get out of this damn desert when I was stuck here for years?"
Then, the mummies started clawing their way out of the sand a few paces away.
Seeing these mummies, Lucivar instantly threw his arms and legs out dramatically.
"Starting over again! Nobody wanted to leave this heavenly and sacred desert, of course!"
