"A WHAT!?" Aziel yelled out in disbelief, his face growing closer and closer to Arthur's by the second. His eyes were wide with shock, pupils dilated in the darkness as if trying to absorb every detail of Arthur's expression.
"A-a castle," Arthur repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. He was still staring with blank eyes, his gaze fixed on something only he could see. Far in the distance, barely seeable even with Arthur's enhanced eyes, stood a castle. Multiple pointed-tipped towers reached toward the star-filled sky like accusing fingers, standing far above what looked to be a wall that surrounded it.
Aziel's smile took over his face, stretching from ear to ear with an almost manic intensity. His teeth gleamed in the moonlight as he began to pace back and forth excitedly, kicking up small clouds of dust with each energetic step. The prospect of refuge had transformed him from a weary traveler into a bundle of restless energy.
