After all, Heka was still alive, still breathing. Even if everything he had loved was gone. Yet, the question lingered in his mind about how to start.
His thoughts drifted back to the place where it all began and ended. The mansion was deep within the forest.
Once a home filled with laughter and warmth. Nowadays, it has become a symbol of loss and devastation.
He mused quietly. "Maybe I should go back to the starting point. There's nothing wrong with starting in the place where everything began and ending up in destruction. It's there, the mansion in the middle of the forest."
He remembered vividly how everything had spiraled out of control aled so quickly. How the strange and inexplicable events had unfolded around him like a storm.
It all began the moment he stepped out of the mysterious mansion nestled deep within the forest. A place that seemed to exist outside the bounds of ordinary reality. The mansion's vignette still lingered in his mind. Its secrets whispered to him in the silence.
Now, more than ever, he felt an unshakable pull to return to that enigmatic mansion. He needed to uncover the truth, to understand what had happened. And if possible, he must fix the chaos that had seeped into his life ever since.
The name of the mansion echoed in his thoughts: Kiervant Sky. At first, it had been just a strange, unfamiliar phrase, something he barely gave a second thought to. But now, the name carried weight. As a hidden significance he was desperate to unravel.
What did "Kiervant Sky" mean? Why did it feel like a key to everything he couldn't yet comprehend?
Without hesitation, he opened his laptop and typed the words into a search engine. He hoped to find some clues, some fragment of knowledge that might shed light on the mystery.
However, the results were empty. There were no references, no histories, no legends. It was as if Kiervant Sky existed only in the silhouette of his mind, or perhaps in a realm beyond the reach of the ordinary world.
A cold shiver ran down his spine as he recalled Ansel's words. The words that had seemed like a cryptic warning at the time.
"Is what Ansel said true? Is the house really in the Immortal realm? Maybe I should go back to the mansion." He merely whispered.
And then there was the memory of his own frozen body. The inexplicable cold that had gripped him, threatening to consume him entirely.
Heka's decision crystallized with unwavering clarity. He would return to Kiervant Sky. No matter the cost. No matter the dangers that awaited him there.
The dangers might be far greater than anything he had faced before. This was a path he had to walk alone. And the burden he must bear for the sake of answers, for the hope of redemption.
In the quiet corners of his mind, he felt a presence. A voice calling to him, beckoning him back to the mansion. It was as if the house itself was alive, reaching out through the veil of the world, summoning him home.
But Heka made a solemn vow to himself: he would not sacrifice others for this journey. If a price had to be paid, it would be his own. His soul, his fate, he would offer himself willingly, rather than let anyone else suffer for his effort.
***
Heka arrived in front of Kiervant Sky. The mansion was standing silently amidst the dense forest as if untouched by time. At first glance, nothing seemed to have changed, except for one peculiar addition: a mailbox.
It was weird because when he first came to this house, there had been no mailbox at all. Now, this small, weathered box stood by the gate. It bore an inscription that caught his eye.
"Write your wishes here and you will enter into the world you want, Marchio."
Heka frowned. He was not the type to believe in myths or fairy tales, especially ones that seemed so outlandish. The words felt like a trick, a lure for the desperate or the foolish.
"It's better to go inside." He muttered to himself.
Stepping through the heavy wooden door of Kiervant Sky, Heka was immediately struck by the changes within. The house no longer felt empty or abandoned. Instead, it was alive with a strange, ethereal energy.
Hundreds of candles floated in the air. Their flames flickered gently as if suspended by invisible threads. The warm glow filled every corner. It cast the dancing shadows on the walls.
Despite the beauty, a deep unease settled in his chest. The mansion was different, but the fear that had haunted him before was still there. It was lurking just beneath the surface. If he left Kiervant Sky, a tragic thing would be repeated in a second.
He took a tentative step forward, heart pounding. Suddenly, a sharp sound pierced the silence, a hiss like that of a fire extinguisher.
In an instant, all the candles burst into flame, but the fire was unlike any he had seen before.
The flames burned a vivid blue, warm and mesmerizing.
"What is this place?" He whispered. He stepped closer to one of the blue flames.
As he neared, a comforting warmth spread through his body. The chill that had gripped him for so long melted away. For the first time, he smiled. Somehow, he felt himself falling in love with Kiervant Sky. Not just the mansion, but the mystery and magic it held.
Curious, he moved to the left room. Where he had once seen a giant cocoon. It suspended above the ground, its thick roots entwined with the floorboards. But now, the cocoon was gone.
The emptiness left him feeling lost and confused, as if a vital piece of the puzzle had vanished. "Where is the cocoon?"
He stepped back, uneasy creeping in. The cocoon had been a bizarre but tangible sign of the house's power. Its disappearance only deepened the mystery.
Fearing what might come next, he hurried upstairs. Hoping to escape the creeping dread that threatened to overwhelm him. He was trying to avoid nightmares.
The upper floor was different from the cold, empty downstairs. Here, the space was warm and inviting.
A long sofa stretched along one wall. It was accompanied by a small table beside it. On the table sat a single candle, a teapot, and a cup.
The scene suggested someone lived here.
Heka approached the sofa, his mind racing with questions. "It seems like there is someone in this house. But why does he live in a remote place like this?"