Gothic Challenge: 2nd
In the deathly stillness of a forsaken night, the Abyssal Fortress looms, its turrets piercing the brooding sky. A blood moon bathes the crumbling gravestones in a macabre light, while the restless sea gnashes at the cliffs with hungry foam. Bats flit through the chill air, their silhouettes a fleeting dance of darkness against the lunar glow. The iron gates, twisted and open, beckon to paths worn by unnamed horrors, leading to the castle’s heart, where red windows whisper of unspeakable secrets. Here, the boundary between the living and the spectral dissolves, and every stone murmurs with the echoes of the damned.