As the darkness swallowed me, I felt the familiar pull of memories, dragging me into the depths of a past I didn't want to revisit. But this time, the memories were not of blood and violence, but of something far more complex an encounter that had changed everything.
The world around me shifted, and I found myself standing in the grand hall of a castle that was both strange and familiar. The walls were made of dark stone, lit by torches that flickered with an eerie, blue flame. Shadows danced in the corners, giving the place a haunted, almost otherworldly feel.
The air was thick with the scent of burning incense, mingling with something sharper danger, perhaps.
I recognized this place. It was the castle of the Demon Queen, a fortress that no one in their right mind would dare to enter uninvited. And yet, here I was, sneaking through the dark corridors, my heart pounding in my chest.
