This is a forest shrouded in gray mist; gray is the only color here.
After losing the help of Emperor Archaeus, Robbie had to search for Bwonsamdi alone. Fortunately, the information left by several ancient Loa was quite reliable, allowing Robbie to find a clue at the boundary between life and death.
The clues provided by the Loa mention that the entrance to the space between life and death is located within this forest.
Under the faint aura of death, time seemed to slow down.
Robbie walked through the forest and occasionally saw the mummified carcasses of animals, or animals that had wandered into the forest decades, centuries, or even thousands of years ago and turned into wooden sculptures because they were tainted by the aura of death.
Robbie wasn't in a hurry to find the entrance; he needed to familiarize himself with the surroundings.
A faint aura of the dead enveloped the area, killing all the creatures present. Perhaps due to some kind of magic or magnetic field, the aura of the dead remained confined to this area and did not spread.
Robbie carefully used the Runes of the Dead, sensing the deathly aura of the place.
The Runes of the Dead only bring death, just like the withered trees and wooden animal sculptures here.
Fortunately, Robbie still possessed the Holy Light brought hope for survival.
Robbie carefully balanced the two forces within his body.
The Runes of the Dead is a form of acceptance, guidance, and adaptation to the environment.
The Holy Light provides the environment for its own Destiny.
In addition, the magic from the Well of Eternity can provide Robbie with a continuous supply of food and necessities.
After a period of adaptation, Robbie finally achieved a balance between life and death within his body.
In a peculiar environment permeated with a faint aura of death, Robbie attempted to use the Runes of the Dead.
Thirty-six Runes of the Dead, some of which can only be used in the World of the Dead.
Robbie used each Rune carefully, learning their uses to ensure he had enough power even in a world filled with the aura of the dead.
After spending about seven days in the forest, Robbie felt he was ready.
Unfortunately, after searching the entire forest, they still couldn't find the entrance.
Robbie carefully examined the map he had drawn over the past seven days; now only one place remained unexplored.
It was a cave leading to a dark underground river.
Entering the dark cave, Robbie walked all the way to the very end of the underground.
The icy river flowed slowly as Robbie reached into it and used Eye of C'Thun.
The underground river was pitch black, with a few creatures whose surfaces were covered by rocks surviving. They were huge, moved slowly, had lost their sight, and posed little danger.
Not far downstream, the underground river suddenly pours into a cave that leads straight down into the depths of the earth. It is a straight cave like a deep well, and at the bottom of the cave is a hidden world.
The bottom of the cave is a gray, stalactite-filled cavern, its size unknown.
A grayish-white river was flowing slowly.
The greyish-white river was filled with a strong aura of death, and Robbie was certain that this river led to the boundary between life and death.
Robbie used Holy Light to create a spherical space for himself. The Holy Light Orb sank into the river and drifted downstream along the cold water, plunging directly into the deep well-like cave.
In the cave filled with stalactites, a Holy Light appeared on Robbie's fingertips, illuminating his own path.
Yes, there are messy footprints here. Judging from their shape, it should be a Troll.
The Troll Death God Bwonsamdi, probably didn't expect anyone to find this place, so he didn't erase the traces he left behind.
Robbie walked into the cave, where there were many graffiti on the walls, as well as some ancient and mottled murals.
Who left these murals here?
The aura of death permeates this place, and the murals decay at an extremely slow rate.
Even so, many murals are still illegible.
Robbie speculated that long ago, there were many people on Azeroth who wielded the Power of Death.
In a relatively clear mural, Robbie saw the following content.
A bipedal creature, resembling Troll, yet also somewhat like the Qiraji.
One of the individuals died, and the others carried his body and placed it on the Altar.
The Priest, dressed in brightly colored clothes, raised his hands and prayed to the heavens.
As the Priest prayed, a transparent soul ran from afar and entered the corpse.
The dead person miraculously came back to life.
Is this what they call soul resurrection? Such powerful Death Magic existed in this world countless ancient times.
Soon, Robbie saw the grayish-white river.
Robbie walked down the river, and before he had gone far, he spotted a moving shadow ahead.
It was a small, greyish-white wooden boat, floating quietly on the river, with a bent-over shadow on it.
There are living things here.
The shadow stood up. His body was long and thin, like a skeleton. Robbie recognized him as the ancient creature from the mural. Robbie watched him quietly as the ancient creature rowed his famous boat toward Robbie.
"Who are you? This is not a place for the living. Go back now!" the ancient creature spoke, in the language of Trolls.
"I'm here to find someone."
A Runes of the Dead appeared on Robbie's fingertip.
The ancient creature immediately prostrated itself on the ship, saying respectfully, "So you are the High Priest. I apologize for my rudeness."
"You're saying I'm Priest?" Robbie asked, puzzled.
The creature raised its head and scrutinized Robbie closely:
"You are not one of my kind, but the Death Language in your hand is real."
"You call this the Death Language?" Robbie showed him the Runes of the Dead in his hand.
"Yes, there are thirty-six sentences of the Death Language," the creature explained fearfully. "And corresponding to them are thirty-six Divine Language."
Thirty-six Divine Language —could they be thirty-six Holy Light Runes?
"Can you tell me your name?" Robbie asked.
"Who am I? I don't remember. I've been here since countless ages ago. There's no place for me in this world of life. I can only live on forever by relying on the aura of death here."
"The world wasn't always like this. In that era, there was life and death, a perfect balance between them. Now, only life remains, and death has become eternal."
"An ancient creature that has lived for countless years," Robbie sighed. "I'm looking for someone, a Troll."
The ancient creature stretched out its thin, bony arm, pointed to its mouth, and said:
"You mean that ugly fellow with two fangs? Countless ages ago, many people gathered here, but the number dwindled, Bwonsamdi you're talking about is the last one."
The ancient creature pointed to its wooden boat. "I can take you to him. I'll help you, and you'll have to help me. How can you help me?"
Is an equivalent exchange required?
Robbie pondered for a moment, "Bwonsamdi possesses the power of death, and his aura of death is overwhelming. He can enter the world of the living, so why can't you?"
The ancient being replied, "Because Bwonsamdi sold himself to a powerful being in exchange for necessary knowledge."
Robbie nodded. "If you want to leave here, I might be able to give you some pointers."
"A fair deal, I'll take you to Bwonsamdi."
Robbie boarded the wooden boat, and the ancient creature began to row, entering a gray mist.
"I must warn you, Bwonsamdi is with a big guy."
"How big is it?" Robbie asked.
The ancient creature murmured, "Wherever he goes, there is a realm of death. I call him the Walking Death."