The silence on the terrace was heavy, broken only by the soft sound of waves far below. The air felt strange, tinged with mana that buzzed around Damon's skin.
Damon walked slowly, each step painful, as if his body might fall apart at any moment. The terrace was wide and curved, with broken stone railings. But what truly stopped him was what lay beyond.
Water. Endless water, stretching in every direction. No land. No shore. Just dark ocean under a star-filled sky, and a moon that looked a little too big.
It was like the whole castle had been placed in the middle of nowhere, which was exactly what he had ordered La Rocha. He just never thought that the guy would put it in the middle of a freaking ocean.
