After Zoltan had revealed his intentions, expressing his desire to assess Vlad's worthiness for training, he led the way down a narrow flight of stairs, and as they descended, the dimly lit basement of the horse came into view.
Step!
Step!
As Zoltan walked down the stairs, an extremely dark room was revealed.
"Oh, is this where you keep the bodies?" asked Vlad nonchalantly.
"Just shut up, brat." responded Zoltan, slightly annoyed.
As their feet touched the cold, stone floor, a somber atmosphere engulfed them. The room was surprisingly spacious and enveloped in darkness, with only a few lamps strategically placed along the stone walls, casting eerie shadows that danced across the rough surface.
Vlad's eyes struggled to adjust to the dim light, but as his vision adapted, the room's purpose became apparent. This was Zoltan's personal training chamber, a clandestine space designed for honing deadly combat skills.
