A magnificent castle stood tall, pulsing with otherworldly beauty, shimmering with lights under the brilliance of the moonlight.
Bryce and company passed through the gates of the castle. The sound of music, quite some distance from where Bryce and company were, resounded in their ears from the main entrance to the building's interior. The moment the group appeared at the door, they were let in respectfully by two female guards standing at the exterior of the building.
The sight that greeted Bryce shook him to his core. Several individuals held others in their hands, sucking the life force out of them, with immeasurable glee on their face—the screams of their victims, futile attempts, drowned in the malice of their predators. He watched as sentient lifeforms were being turned into husky skeletons in his presence. No one needed to tell him what was going on. He had been introduced into a society of vimodial contractors.
