Albert walked from the first floor through to the Third Floor of the north wing in the Demon's king castle. The hard soles of his leather shoes clacked loudly against the ground, and the echoes faded away into silence. He stopped by a large window in the hall he was in and glanced at the view outside the castle.
Many of his men who are now his master's vassals had been set out to maintain security, including creatures like the gray trolls and the undead. He also had a few of them in the castle but they did not impair the mythic atmosphere in this place.
Suddenly, Albert looked around and smiled.
"…Truly magnificent."
