6 The Illusion and Shock of the Undead Room

I pushed open the door in front of me and entered the fourth stage.

It was a dimly lit room. Candles were lit on the floor, and thick curtains covered the windows tightly. There was no decoration in the large room, except for a huge oil painting hanging in the middle of the wall at the end of the room.

The oil painting depicted the White-Winged Angel that the priest had sung in his poems. The entire painting emitted a faint white splendor.

This surprised me. Why would an angel oil painting be placed in the undead room used to punish humans?

Curious, I walked step by step towards the painting. The angel's ethereal and holy face fascinated me. I didn't even realize that those eyes, which were more beautiful than sapphires, were slowly turning blood red.

A sudden chill hit my brain, and I woke up in an instant. I realized that I wasn't in the room I was in earlier. I was in a ward.