In an unspoiled valley, it is far beyond the reach of any race.
Standing a castle with shades of black so solid, shrouded in dark clouds, no moonlight or anything. There is only darkness and silence.
The occasional flash of lightning in the black clouds at the top of the castle added to the gloom of that tall building. Someone appeared from behind the bushes behind the castle, with a black cloak that wrapped the whole body from head to toe making his figure sink and merge into the darkness of the night.
His footsteps were so relaxed, heading towards the castle gate alone.
From the outside, the smell of blood wafted up, making the figure stop for a moment, take a deep breath of air while closing his eyes. It was as if the scent had become an addiction to him.
A smirk plastered on his lips, the figure then resumed walking.
The occasional sound of a crow filled the silence, making anyone shiver if they heard it in an atmosphere like this.