The Baroness In The Flesh
As Lenny and Victor approached the heart of the city, the sight that unfurled before them was one of ominous grandeur.
A colossal dark castle loomed in the distance, its silhouette a stark testament to the malevolence that had taken root in this place. The castle was unlike any Lenny had ever encountered; it was not just its size but the aura of dread it exuded.
The closer they got, the more the castle seemed to pulsate with a life of its own, as if breathing in the despair that surrounded it.
The walls, shrouded in shadows, appeared to be alive with writhing figures. From afar, it had seemed like mere architectural embellishments, but now, it was horrifyingly clear that these were not designs but depictions of agony.
Faces etched into the stone seemed to scream silently, their expressions twisted in eternal torment, pleading with those who dared approach to flee.