It begins
The Castle's presence was cold and hard with a vastness that almost knocked them off their feet as it enveloped them.
They gasped as they were slowly lifted off their feet, their legs firm in the air as if standing on firm ground instead of hanging halfway down.
Belialthorn's first reaction was to throw it off but instead, he relaxed, he could almost feel others doing the same. The Castle grumbled in approval then without warning they disappeared.
Valor watched with a frown as one moment they were there and the next they weren't. That's it? The candidate's trials had begun? Just like that?
He almost felt jealous that he didn't get the chance to challenge it himself but he was a Ferron and his path to glory lay elsewhere. Something that might not be possible if Belialthorn didn't return.