*
Caspian stood in front of the haunting castle, his sword at the ready. The sun was rising steadily behind him, casting a golden glow over the terrain. Before him stood the monstrous dog, its eyes glowing with malice and its teeth bared. Caspian tightened his grip on the blade, and he prepared to strike.
“Give it up, your Grace,” lord Westerly chuckled from the comfort of the highest tower. “You may be a formidable warrior, but you are no match for my pet. Surrender now, and I might spare your life.”
“We’ll see about that,” Caspian growled as he made a wide arc around the dog, keeping his eyes fixed on it. He took a deep breath, and the dog howled, the sound sending shivers down his spine. He knew that this was not an ordinary dog, it was something beyond that, something cursed or enc
