The lord's stirke

It was hard for Reeva to find a grip on the door; the bottom was too smooth. On the other hand, the archway was decorated with patterns perfect for climbing.

"If death isn't a problem here, does that mean Sir Raphael is still alive in that state?" Reeva asked while climbing up the side of the castle door. It had just dawned on him that if he couldn't die in this place, then surely one of the guardians couldn't either. But from what he had seen, the skeleton looked pretty dead.

"That…" Hommka paused, looking shocked by Reeva's question. "…I'm truly ignorant, great one..."

Reeva couldn't see Hommka, but he could sense the one-eyed man's shame; he didn't know most of the answers to Reeva's questions.

"However," Hommka continued, "this lowly one knows that the Creed of Death has always been removed from this place. In ancient times, it was used to denote whether a place could cause death or not. The Creed stops creatures from truly dying."