In the Blood Castle,
Lis came to the stone door and took a deep breath, slowly exerting strength with his hands.
Accompanied by a dull and long-lasting sound, the giant, dark gray stone door slowly opened.
A stale, decaying aura rushed out, like years fermenting and accumulating here.
The air carried a faint dust, which drilled into Lis's nostrils, causing him to frown slightly.
Though he sensed no danger, Lis cautiously lifted his foot, stepping one step at a time into the room behind the stone door.
However, the scene before him was drastically different from what he had imagined.
This room was rather ordinary, not big in size, and the cramped space gave an oppressive feeling.
The walls around appeared mottled, with traces of time leaving deep and shallow marks, silently narrating the vicissitudes of the past.
Faint dust filled the room, dancing wildly in the weak light that filtered through the stone door.
