Castle Thrawn

With determined strides, Azrael moved purposefully toward the origin of the intriguing sounds.

Each step produced a distinct crunch, the ground beneath him betraying the remnants of the once undisturbed forest floor. He silently wished for a quieter approach.

The drumbeats grew stronger, echoing through the mountainous landscape.

Azrael strained to decipher the runic incantations, their mysterious chants mingling with the rhythmic percussion.

Despite the unclear language, the sound held an undeniable allure, drawing Azrael deeper into the darkened woods. 

Azrael pushed through the thick vegetation, parting the leaves and branches as he made his way forward.

He felt the soft touch of foliage against his hands, the earthy scent of the forest filling the air.

After carefully maneuvering through the uneven ground, he finally entered a small clearing, where moonlight filtered through the gaps in the trees.