In a dimension far removed from the watchful gaze of both god sovereigns and celestial administrators, a fortress of dread loomed over the forsaken lands. This castle, isolated in the dark planes of the realm, stood as an ominous silhouette against jagged mountains that tore through the sky like the broken teeth of a long-dead giant.
Cloaked in a mist that never lifted, the gothic spires stretched upward, as if the castle itself clawed at the heavens in desperation. Shadowy turrets jutted out from the mist, casting long, eerie shadows that danced along the rocky landscape, hinting at a power both ancient and malevolent.
