It was a barren wasteland, with dark clouds raging with thunder.
Category five tornadoes connected the clouds to the earth, destroying everything in their path ruthlessly.
Beyond these lands, devoid of nourishment, water, and likely life, stood an eerie castle untouched by sunlight, embracing the shadows as though its very existence depended on it.
"Well, that's the place," Velen said nonchalantly.
He could tell something was wrong with this place. The aura of the expanse was dull. Life force could be felt, but it seemed almost nonexistent—like the being was on the verge of death, exactly like one caught in limbo.
'He stopped smiling. I guess he felt it too.'
They exchanged a knowing glance, becoming more aware of their surroundings.
Well, Evan lacked the energy of a celestial, so there was nothing amiss to her—only that she was about to witness people slaughtered for a trivial reason, like dethroning the kingpin of the Shadow Hunters.
