Cristian sat regally upon his throne, his posture composed, legs crossed beneath a casual tunic and long leather pants adorned with sturdy brown boots.
Flanking him were Beowulf and Sheila, the trio presiding over the assembled Red Sun team and more than three hundred Croc soldiers who knelt before them.
As their voices unified in a declaration of allegiance to Lord Vladimir, the Lord of the Night Castle, Azog's resonant tone outshone the rest.
Cristian's focus lingered on Adar, the leader among the Croc soldiers. Diverging from his comrades' armor, Adar donned a robust fur coat—a practical choice in contrast to the snowy environment, despite the castle's warmth.
Even as Cristian's aspirations in this realm remained steadfast, he yearned for a sanctuary, a haven to return to when the world grew turbulent—a place for solace and rejuvenation. The Night Castle held the promise of fulfilling these needs.
