Alicia and Zeke reappeared onto the sprawling terrace of a castle perched atop mountains as sharp and imposing as the claws of a colossal dragon.
The sky above was purple-black, a dusk that seemingly knew no dawn, while the mountains themselves were shrouded in the obsidian shades of twilight. Despite the clarity of the sky, not a single star dared to twinkle as if this world was devoid of any celestial bodies.
Shifting her gaze from the sky to the structure before her, Alicia stared. This castle wasn't the one she remembered. This structure dwarfed the previous one in both size and height!
"This castle is… massive." She whispered, still awed at its spires that seemed to be stretching toward the heavens to stake a claim among the gods themselves.
Zeke followed her gaze. "This is the second-largest stronghold in the underworld. It was once the seat of the so-called strongest prince."