Chapter 213 -213-Kafka
The violet river shimmered with a soft, faint glow, subtly illuminating the surroundings in a dreamlike light.
Daniel had never seen anything quite like this. A glint of curiosity flickered in his eyes.
On the far bank of the river lay another world—silent, still, yet strangely inviting.
Spanning the river overhead was a narrow bridge, a delicate structure linking the two worlds together.
A peculiar expression appeared on Daniel’s face. Though he knew it was likely just his imagination, the small bridge before him looked oddly familiar—almost like the legendary Bridge of Forgetfulness from myths of his past life.
Shaking his head to dismiss the fanciful thought, Daniel refocused himself.
Without hesitation, he stepped onto the bridge and crossed it, officially entering the true realm of the Undead Lands.
When he looked back, he noticed that the bridge remained behind him, unchanging. And just behind it, hovering silently in space, was a pitch-black portal.
Daniel immediately understood—once he crossed that small bridge, he could return to the world he had come from.
After confirming the location and its structure once again, he began his exploration of the Undead Lands.
To his surprise, the scenery was far from what he had imagined.