In a split second, the throne room turned into shambles and a battleground, darkness bleed from the cracks, forming monstrous shapes that moved towards Dylan and his warriors.
The air itself was instantly heavy and polluted with strange intense pressure as it distorted space and made every movement sluggish and uncertain.
At that, I staggered to my feet, my body screaming in protest. My head was still pounding from tearing off the obsidian crown, I had no time to recover as the castle was dying, perhaps we might be buried alone if we don’t end this now.
At the other side of the room, Dylan and his men are already fighting as ghostly warriors rise from the walls, twisting and stretching into strange eerie figures, their empty eyes burning with strange glow.
On the contrary, the ghostly
