RYKER’s POV
The Tenebrous castle stood before me, a symbol of everything I had fought to claim. Its jagged spires pierced the overcast sky, blackened like the soul of its new master. I paused at the iron gates, inhaling deeply. The scent of rain-soaked earth mingled with the faint coppery tang of blood–a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded here.
My lips curled into a smirk as I pushed the gates open, the iron screeching in protest. Servants scattered like leaves caught in a storm, retreating into the shadows at the mere sight of me. Their terror was palpable, and I relished it. Power was intoxicating, and here, in the heart of Tenebrous, it was mine to wield.
The grand hall loomed ahead, its cold, lifeless stone walls whispering tales of a bygone era. The air inside was thick, oppr
