He is the last surviving member of this kingdom’s tribe, stubbornly waiting for the death that will eventually come in his former homeland. Accompanying him, besides the ghosts of his kinsmen, is only the treasure in the cave behind him. He quietly turns around, passing through winding paths like a maze, arriving at the deepest part of the cavern. Countless gold rings, gold arm bands, gold cups, armor, sharp weapons, and shields are stacked like mountains, glimmering in the dim light. These are the kingdom’s carefully preserved rare treasures, now guarded by this nameless last descendant.
He can’t help but think that even if these treasures are exposed to daylight after his death, no one will know how a group of people once greedily and tirelessly accumulated these precious items.
“Warriors will grow old, kingdoms will fall, history will be forgotten… such is fate.” He bitterly smiles, murmuring to himself as he bends down to pick up a gold cup, which no one will now fill with fine wine.
Weak fingers trace over the gradually rusting armor, whose owner has already turned to bones.
The rare sword remains sharp, and merely touching its edge draws blood on his fingertips, but no one can wield it anymore.
He droops his head dejectedly, waiting for the shadow of death to cover him and freeze his last heartbeat with cold.
The last ray of sunlight in the cave is swallowed by the night, and everything falls silent.
The savage ghost Gael discovers this dwelling and occupies it as its lair. It doesn’t understand how to use these treasures, yet remains mesmerized by the gold’s gleam, repeatedly picking up the sandy treasures with its massive claws. Gael considers them its own and craves more and more treasures. Though lacking consciousness, the gold’s radiance is like a curse, inexplicably exciting and unsettling the ghost, preventing it from naturally sleeping in the darkness. It wants to go out into the daylight, drink more blood, obtain more shiny things.
The ghost Gael attacks the palace of Harga, the new ruler of Vildya, destroying the magnificent hall, its claws stained with warriors’ blood, deeply gouging the earth. The ghost believes there will be a treasure trove beneath the Red Castle, but only destruction awaits it.
