Warning: Dark Chapter
Outside, Altair stepped towards the entrance of the Wall and crossed the drawbridge with reservation in his step. Remaining outside would only open them to an opportunity for attacks from whoever lay hidden in the forest.
It had been silent beneath the shadow of the Wall, eerily so, with the only sound being Altair's footsteps echoing over the stone. He stopped outside the threshold of what appeared to be a factory of sorts. It was different from what he'd imagined. On the outside, Altair saw a castle, but on the inside. What appeared was a factory lined with light fixtures as if to welcome someone in.
Unease prickled the young lord's spine in the form of knives as he paused. He couldn't sense danger, but his stomach churned as he stared into the empty abyss ahead. He could smell it. He could smell something foul that made his skin crawl and his eyes wet as if held hostage by a bleeding onion.
"What is this feeling?" He asked himself, hoping for an answer.
