The air turned colder, and the ground felt damp.
Ahead of him stood a large, broken castle. Even though parts of it were falling apart, it still looked grand and mysterious.
Thick vines covered the walls, and torn flags fluttered weakly in the cold breeze. A strange smell hung in the air—a mix of wet stone, mold, and something faintly metallic.
As he passed through the open gates, something made him pause.
Noah took a final glance at the ever-so-real statues and entered the castle through the open front gates.
Inside, the halls were quiet and dark. Most of the rooms were empty—just broken furniture, old walls, and dust that hadn't been disturbed in years. But two rooms stood out.
The first was a dungeon.
Noah pushed the heavy door open. The smell hit him first—mold, wet stone, and old blood. The walls were made of dark bricks, covered in moss.
From the ceiling hung chains, many of them still holding skeletons. The bones were dry and thin.
