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The aura of the Cloak of Twilight enveloped Blood Lily like a welcoming shadow, allowing her to survive the merciless heat that permeated Muspelheim. The cloak had been woven from ancient elven magic, and she had found it by chance in a chest at the bottom of an elven dungeon.

So he proceeded towards the iron gate of the gigantic castle before her. The ground beneath his feet, hidden under a thin layer of volcanic ash, whispered under the weight of his cautious steps. Not only was it enough to give away her presence, but if she dared to run, it would certainly be too dangerous to slip. 

Nevertheless, she made her way cautiously to the iron door, which was not only massive and ajar, but also emanated a strange sensation, giving Bloody Lily a bad feeling. It was as if the very mana of the place was enough to give her the creeps. The gargoyles adorning the entrances to the castle didn't help her courage, with their stone eyes fixed on the intruder.