Vador looked up. Before him stood the imposing walls of the fortress. Stone and wood intermingled in an austere, almost brutal architecture. The watchtowers stood proudly, each manned by vigilant archers. Their presence commanded a silent respect, an undeniable force.
The group moved along the snowy roads. The usual winter creatures were absent, as if the land itself bowed before the fortress. Vador noticed the cleverly concealed traps designed to repel enemies. The security here was total, almost stifling.
The main entrance opened before them. Used to the dimness of the underground, Vador blinked. The winter light bathed the buildings in a nearly mystical glow. The snow-covered roofs sparkled under the sun, contrasting with the darkly carved stones. A harsh, wild beauty that seemed foreign to him.
