Majestic hundred-year-old oaks framed the horizon, visible in the distance, beyond which it was already possible to overlook the arches of gloomy pointed roofs and the impregnable wall of a living thicket, which towered in a protective rack for several meters.
A group of seven people moved at a measured walking pace, admiring the local nature and noting the extraordinary silence of the local places. There were no guards standing outside the castle grounds, nor any magical traps that Raphael must surely have left behind.
Artemis could not get rid of the feeling that a strange anxiety was gnawing at her, but she still continued to move forward confidently, leading the rest of the group.
The portal opened by Ivrim allowed them to get as close as possible to the walls of Abion's castle, but they were still outside it and the main obstacle that bothered Artemis was the labyrinth.
