The royal castle of Ibaeron was sprawling splendor, a stark contrast to the destitute state of the city's outskirts. At the castle gates, there was a decorated official there to receive them with an even bigger carriage. This time, it was drawn by horses, the powerful steeds a shimmering red.
Caedos stepped out of the Fiend-drawn carriage and got into the new one provided without even so much as a glance at the soldiers worn ragged.
"His Grace is awaiting your presence," The official said with a strained smile, mopping up the sweat on his brow.
The journey through the castle grounds to the castle proper was winding, designed so that guests could see Morkoth's lavish possessions, which included the stables where Hellhounds were kept.
Ayred wore a blank expression as they drove past the large structure, to think that they hadn't needed to spy to gather information, the layout of the castle generously presented to them.
