Four days before the Blood Hunters' major expedition... In The Shadow Dimension.
A man veiled in darkness stepped through the gate of a gothic, forgotten castle, and the first thing he noticed was the silence. Not quiet... silence.
No wind. No echo. Even the crunch of his boots on the ground faded too quickly, as if the castle swallowed sound the moment it was made.
The doors hadn't creaked when they opened. They had simply parted.
The walls around him looked like stone at first, but as he ran his gloved fingers along the surface, he felt no grain or crack... just cold, smooth shadow hardened into shape.
It wasn't natural...Nothing about this place was.
He moved deeper into the hallway, eyes flicking across each corner. No torches. No fire. Only floating wisps of dim gray light drifted along the ceiling, casting dull glows that shifted with his movement.
