The twilight was the color of blood as the sky slowly darkened to a deep blue.
In the South of the Holy Empire, a majestic castle stood atop a hill, its spires piercing the clouds. Bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, its stone walls looked particularly grand and mysterious.
Inside the banquet hall, a massive fireplace roared, its leaping flames bringing the carved, gold-trimmed tapestries to life with a bewitching vivacity.
Slender candles lined gleaming silver candelabras. In their flickering glow, nobles mingled in their finest attire. The men wore shining Armor and ornamental swords, while the women were draped in silk and velvet, their jeweled headdresses glittering in the light.
The tables were draped in heavy, red velvet tablecloths, set with exquisite silverware and Crystal goblets. The air was thick with the aromas of various delicacies—the scent of roast meat, the fragrance of spices, and the sweetness of fruit all mingling to whet every guest's appetite.
