The archaeologist took the lead, and as she reached the top of the staircase leading to the Tall Tower, a shadowy figure appeared at the end of the grand castle corridor.
It was Steward Armand Ray, with his amiable smile and both gentlemanly and elegant demeanor.
He was still dressed in that medieval finery, a tailcoat with lace on the collar and cuffs, his face wearing a smile that was just right, standing tall and straight at the end of the corridor.
The archaeologist narrowed her eyes slightly, adopting a defensive stance, and took several marbles out of her pocket.
At that moment, An Lin also came up the stairs.
The three of them locked gazes from afar, the atmosphere suddenly turning extremely eerie. Without the illumination of the red moonlight, the castle was engulfed in darkness, with only a faint glow in the air barely allowing them to see each other.
Armand Ray watched them with a smile brimming with mirth, "Is it just you lot?"
