Josh opened his eyes and saw the Ancient Castle in front of him.
It was like a witch's castle full of dark elements from a fairy tale, surrounded by withered and charred thorny plants.
Yet in the thorns bloomed red roses richer than blood.
The whole castle was enclosed by a yard, where strange toys and wooden carvings were scattered as if they were meant to amuse children but abandoned.
The clouds in the sky hung low, with occasional flashes of lightning, as if a storm could break out at any moment.
The air was filled with the damp scent of moisture, mixed with the rusty smell of something rotting and the rich fragrance of roses, particularly pungent.
Josh glanced beside him, first startled, then quickly curved his lips into a smile.
Interesting.
Besides his four teammates, there were 8 people standing diagonally across, seemingly forming two additional teams, all huddling in small groups.
