The Arch to Death’s realm was still open. I stepped into the room and with my soft steps, immediately made the room quiet. The room was still as immaculate as it was centuries ago. The enchanted black granite that Merlin and I created fought brilliantly against the test of time. Even the Arch was still in the same perfect condition when we had created it. Though it was Merlin’s idea, not mine. I wanted nothing to do with a portal to Death’s realm. It certainly explains the large amount of Death’s specters that exist in the world. 