[The Void — The Castle of Lost Echoes]
Deep in the void, a space between realities where time held no meaning and light dared not tread, a structure defied existence. Hidden from all eyes—even the penetrating gaze of a Realm Ruler—a black, eerie castle floated. It was a monstrosity of obsidian and shadow, its architecture twisted and wrong, like a tumor on the face of the universe.
All over the castle walls were etched countless runes and magic circles, pulsing with a sickly, forbidden light. They were ancient wards, designed to mask presence, fate, and causality itself.
In the Great Hall, a cavernous space that felt like the belly of a leviathan, twenty figures stood. Their bodies were shrouded in darkness, cloaked in robes woven from the fabric of the void itself. They stood like silent sentinels, arranged in a precise geometric pattern around the center of the room.
