The world was changing. Every day, new monsters rose from the ashes of civilization, stronger and deadlier than before. The Titan Impact had left scars on every land, and few sanctuaries remained untouched.
Yet, deep in a forest where the trees grew like guardians and the rivers flowed in eerie silence, there stood a castle.
The castle was a wonder from another age—its spires kissed the clouds, forged from black stone that shimmered faintly beneath the moonlight. High battlements and fortified towers stretched toward the heavens, each wall etched with runes that pulsed with faint sapphire light.
Around its base, a moat of glacial water reflected the structure like a mirror, while enchanted gargoyles perched on every corner, eyes glowing faintly with azure fire seemingly a watch out for enemies and inteuders.
It was said the very forest itself bent to the will of the castle, allowing no blade of grass, no branch, no leaf to grow out of harmony with its presence.
