Once again, Oliver Mori sat right in front of the Enigmatic Magician, within the dark Castle's throne room.
The hall stretched wide and hollow, an oppressive silence lingering in the air as shadows clung to the cracked walls like living things. The faint scent of blood and ash still hung heavily, a reminder of the battles that had unfolded not long ago. Every inch of the place felt watched… as though the Castle itself was alive, bearing witness.
The Enigmatic Magician had his hat and cane placed neatly on the floor before him, his legs folded over one another with deliberate calm, his gloved hands resting lightly upon his knees. He sat just a few meters away from Oliver, his posture composed... almost too composed for a being who held absolute control over everything within this domain.
