"Om..."
"Om..."
The bronze bell in the bell tower emitted a deep hum amidst the storm, creating an invisible domain as the sound waves vibrated, forming ethereal ripples that spread out like blades, enveloping the entire castle...
On the cliff edge nearest to the sea, the Night Watchman stood in the storm, letting the rain splash against his coat, forming a curtain of water, his tower-like figure immovable.
He turned to glance at the bell tower, then carried the Bronze Ancient Lamp to the edge of the precipice.
The gale made his coat flap wildly, the rain plastered his hair untidily across his face, but his features remained as resolute as if carved from stone.
He slowly lifted the Ancient Lamp, its orange glow spreading a domain amidst the wind and rain.
Beneath the cliff at his feet, countless twisted shapes swarmed like insects, climbing desperately as if to breach the domain of the castle.