The years have left deep marks on it, with the right side of the castle having partially collapsed, broken bricks scattered everywhere, exposed in the Blood Fog, allowing it to erode.
Lis approached the castle slowly, the rubble beneath his feet making a creaking sound, appearing particularly abrupt in this deathly silent environment.
He lifted his head to look at the towering castle, an indescribable emotion welling up inside him.
Standing before it felt like facing a giant that had died long ago, devoid of any Life Essence, only a somber stillness remained.
The castle's gate was tightly shut, covered in rust, as if it hadn't been opened for many years.
The latch on the door was also damaged, hanging askew, bound to fall off at any moment.
Lis stood silently before the castle, his feet seemingly nailed to the spot by an invisible force, hesitating momentarily.
