No beasts, no monsters; the road to the ancient castle was quiet, and Roger could only see the ice crystals hanging on the trees around him, which faintly shimmered in the darkness like a demon with bared teeth and claws.
The road was rugged and uneven, and Roger's shadow cast on the ground seemed to undergo a slight, mysterious transformation.
The distance from where he had gotten off to the ancient castle wasn't far; by Roger's estimation, he had walked for less than 10 minutes before he arrived at the frost-covered ancient structure.
Compared to the decrepit castle they had seen in reality, this one before him was more imposing, looking more like a military fortress.
Near the entrance of the castle, Roger saw a black horse tied to a withered tree. The horse was pitch black except for a ring of white around its hooves, which let out a loud neigh of alert upon seeing Roger.
