He stepped on the stairs, and after a while, halted in front of the room. The room was a macabre collection of shelves filled with dusty tomes, vials of strange liquids, and arcane artifacts. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows that danced along the walls, lending an otherworldly ambiance to the space. The scent of incense hung in the air, mingling with the faint scent of decay. While walking, he murmured to himself, 'Where are they?'
Draven approached a large table at the center of the room, where his experiments took place. On its surface lay a lifeless bird, its feathers ruffled and its eyes closed. This was but one of the many subjects he had used to delve into the realms of forbidden knowledge.
