As I walked, there was something odd.
Back when I used to work in Lord Lorn's castle, the influence of the Lords' essences permeated the very fabric of the castle. But here, in this open space, I felt an eerie void. It was a disconcerting absence, like an unoccupied house devoid of life or energy.
This inexplicable emptiness troubled me, for it was strange for this to be Lord Fashire's castle and I couldn't sense his presence here.
My bare feet pressed against cold marble, the chill seeping upward with every step.
The floor held no vibration, no warmth, no lingering essence. Even the air seemed lifeless. Every sound I made felt uncomfortably loud in the silence. The soft pad of my steps, my unsteady breathing, even the faint rustle of my clothes. Everything bounced back at me in thin, empty echoes that made me feel painfully exposed.
