Grimfall.
Einar took a step forward, his movements calm, deliberate, and surreal. The air around him grew heavy as he placed his hand on the kneeling girl's head.
His fingers traced the curve of her chin, tilting her face toward him. His pitch-black eyes gleamed with an eerie light, an abyss that consumed all. When he spoke, his voice no longer bore the tone of a man—it was something ancient, something accursed.
"Go," he commanded, his words resonating with unnatural power. "Corrupt the others of this realm."
Livia gave a single nod, her obedience unquestioning. Without hesitation, she rose and sprinted out of the house, her silhouette vanishing into the night.
Left alone in the darkness, Einar's lips curled into a knowing smile. The next instant, his figure faded into nothingness.
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Back at the Castle
