The gaunt looking figure moved through the halls of the once great castle. In the past weeks, the place has become a crumbling mess. Every now and then, the figure would pause and seemed to draw something from the rocks and sand stone. A strange sound would escape him when doing so.
The figure exuded power and menace as it moved. Where weeks ago it was thin and gray in color, seeming to have been close to death, the figure now seemed much different from before. So much so that when soldiers saw the figure coming, they automatically made themselves scares, not wanting to be noticed. And the most unnerving part was the way it seemed not to walk, but rather to float through the passages.
When it reached a specific room, it paused and, as if something had captured its attention, the figure
