"A small fortress indeed." He muttered as he looked at it. A large gate dominated the entrance but no light shone inside the building. Even the towers that should be lit up with light and constantly moving guards were silent and empty with darkness.
Belialthorn smiled. "But even a dead castle has its protection."
He could feel the power of the glyphs that was engraved into the walls and the gate of the fortress. Shield, strength, anti-arcane, and traps. Belialthorn could feel them all.
When he was still in the Demon City and even when he was cast out what he invested most was glyphs, he read and studied it. "I could destroy every one of these glyphs but it would take too much time. Maybe I should knock?"
Belialthorn raised his hand and checked his mana reserve mentally and was glad he still had some left. He had used a lot of mana today but he still had a lot to offer.
