Beast Blade Art

The towering stone ramparts of Heaven's Net Castle stood quiet beneath the afternoon sun, though the sky above remained far from tranquil.

Dark Sister moved in lazy, majestic circles across the clouds, her colossal shadow sweeping over the courtyards and surrounding lands.

Though her presence no longer sent the castle guards into an immediate, blind panic, her low, thunderous purrs still made the stone battlements tremble.

Having returned to his ancestral seat nearly an hour earlier, Craig had immediately retired to his private chambers to wash away the crusted black blood and soot clinging to his skin.

Thirty minutes after the young Viscount's arrival, the heavy oak gates of the castle swung open.

Ser Hughway rode through on his armored stallion, leading a gruesome procession.