Arsenio watched as the chateau formed in front of his eyes, the translucent little structure looking even more eerie surrounded by the dense fog that settled around it. Arsenio wanted to scream, snap Athena out of it but he could do nothing.
He watched as Athena walked closer still, and stretch her hand out to trace the pattern on the wooden door. Finally, she opened the door.
The fog grew thicker still, the stench of rot and death growing stronger. The structure came to life, losing its translucency the minute Athena stepped inside it. And then for just a second the dense air cleared, and there it stood.
Arsenio recognized it for what it was the minute he saw it.
A Sarrafas.
