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What is happening on the other side of the world?
In the Castle Stone- now named Saint Witch Island remembrance of Nimoieth.
On this island, Azrael could only inspect the city of witches and their temples. But there was one place that would never permit his entry, and he avoided it without question. Castle Stone. A place embraced with the high sorcerer's barrier to distinguish every holy existence. Even the death Saint.
This is an ancient fortress swallowed by ceaseless storms, it stood in a land where the sun was a rare stranger. This island lay on the western edge of the Ice Land, far beyond where any sane seafarer would dare to sail, not even the arrogant fools who chased mermaid myths and drunken legends.
The castle itself crouched like a beast atop the mountain's jagged peak, dark and weathered as if carved from shadow. Three stone bridges, narrow and treacherous, connected it to the cliffs from three opposing directions.
