"This is the place known as the curse of God—Damarlinsk Castle?" Caru breathed deeply and gazed into the distance. The imposing Damarlinsk Castle was actually not very tall, but the flat plains surrounding it made the fortress-style castle remarkably striking and abrupt. The blackened walls appeared to have a considerable history, and the moss that grew and dried up on the walls before falling off and regrowing did not diminish the castle's simple and rustic style. Instead, it added a sense of historical significance, making one feel as if they were in long-established cities like Jazair or Gutenberg.
It was undeniably a pleasure for both Caru and Boritz to encounter such an unadorned architectural marvel in such a desolate place. It seemed that the individuals who lived here should not be tainted with any dark dust. Although idealism often diverges from reality, Caru and Boritz couldn't help but entertain such thoughts.
