Lilith's journey through the shadowy expanse of the underworld led her to the foot of a grand and ominous castle. It was unlike anything she had ever seen.
The structure towered above her, impossibly vast, its spires reaching into the swirling void above. At first glance, it seemed to be carved from the very essence of death itself, the dark stone shimmering with a cold, ghostly light. Yet, despite the overwhelming aura of decay and finality, there was an unsettling beauty to it. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings, each depicting scenes of life and death entwined in a dance, as though death itself were an art form, sculpted into the very bones of the castle.