The Dark Land, Eternal Night Territory.
In this heartland eternally shrouded in darkness, the region's most prominent symbol was the ancient castle that stood silently atop a mountain cliff.
Dark, silent, and filled with an artistic air... it was the perfect residence for the Blood Race, the "uncrowned kings" of the Dark Land.
Surrounding it was a vast, desolate graveyard. Mottled tombstones leaned askew, and the gnarled branches of dead trees twisted upward like desperate arms reaching for the gray sky.
Occasionally, a few jet-black crows would land on the bare branches, letting out hoarse, grating caws as their blood-red eyes swept indifferently over the lifeless land.
On the graveyard path leading to the ancient castle, a black carriage drawn by four pale, gaunt horses was proceeding at a leisurely pace.
