They finally crossed the Bridge. Barely made it alive, but still…

The wind cracked with the air of a thousand sorrows. The afternoon was coming to an end, and so the last remnants of solar light - the Storm was approaching with frightening speed. Max could feel the first water drops in his face. It was cold.

Before them, the ghastly silhouette of the Great Castle rose.

Ruins of an Ancient Time. The Havoc of an Once Beautiful World.

Tragedy.

All of them could feel the tragedy that place emanated. It was thick, it was heavy, it was painful. The air surrounding the ruins was so dense it was getting hard to even breathe.

The Fog dispelled slightly, amd they had an ample vision of the Castle’s courtyard.

By instinct (or maybe a sensation), Max turned behind, to the Bridge.

And for a glimpse of a moment, he tought he saw…

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