Amidst the strong, eternal snowstorms that bathed the mountainous tundra, there stood a majestic castle—for hundreds of years, it reigned.
If not for the stark lighting that beamed out of the towering windows, it was so hard to determine with such a camouflage—this became the living proof of beacon for the wanderers in the northern territory.
From above, it looked like ants were coming in and out of the castle; it was that bustling and vibrant despite the given environment.
It was, truly, a masterpiece.
Athan descended through a puff of smoke, gliding around, and watched the spires that reached the heavens from its great keep and the rigid walls of bricks that held the ice towers altogether.
He heightened his senses once more and tried to peer through the interior of the castle; as complex as it may be, he somehow tried to gauge a few remarkable people found within.
