The castle of Dantalian, smack-dab in the center of the city, stretched into the skies in front of our eyes. With a slow gait that matched those of the others entering the place, Noa and I stepped toward the gates.
Infiltration was tough in the place where dozens of demons stood on guard, but with the horns we had stolen from her puppets, I was certain it would be easier.
An octopus demon accompanied by a goat came over to us with spears in his hands. Noa and I ignored it all and continued onward. Thankfully, we weren't bothered and the gatekeepers moved ahead.
With a few more steps, I was inside the castle of Dantalian. The castle made entirely of black stones and wood tore into the skies with its sharp towers and pinnacles.
Noa and I shared a nod and killed our presence as much as we could, holding in the reins of our Ki and Mana. Soon, we stepped inside the main building filled with people and made our way around.
