The giant owl landed with a heavy thud on the stone courtyard. Its silver claws gripped the castle paving, creating a loud sound of scraping metal.
Fyar and the others disembarked from the bird's back. Their feet touched the solid stone floor. The air here felt thinner, colder, and calmer.
This guy is rich... does he live alone in a castle this big? How much does it cost to build a house like this?
Wait... Fyar looked around. This place is truly... beautiful and strange... why is this island floating... where is the source of that waterfall? Magic? No Fyar, no, you're thinking about useless things again... Fyar muttered inwardly.
The castle's massive double doors opened slowly.
Creaaak.
An old man stepped out.
He wore a neat and elegant black butler suit. His white hair was slicked back with pomade, glistening under the aurora light.
Two curved black horns grew on his forehead. A long black furry tail protruded from under his long coat, swaying gently.
