As they passed through the towering gates and stepped into the castle, a heavy darkness enveloped them. The air was thick with an eerie stillness, as if the night itself had taken root inside the stone walls.
Though the entirety of the castle remained shrouded in shadows, hints of its grandeur became apparent as they ventured further.
"Wait a second," the gambler said, his voice a mix of surprise and confusion. "Didn't they say the Death Knight trampled this place? It looks... untouched."
William nodded, scanning the scene. The structure appeared remarkably intact, with no signs of damage or decay, though it bore the marks of abandonment. Dust danced in the dim light, hinting that years had passed since anyone had cared for this once-magnificent castle.
Metatron shook his head, his expression pensive. "It's difficult to explain. This place holds a peculiar power."
