Chapter 1 - Prologue
"What the hell...is that?" He asked himself, wiping the bile from his lips as he began to walk through the empty courtyard.
The opulent walls were now painted with blood, silver blades protruding from both the walls and floors as chunks of flesh were attached to the tools of violence. The sight immediately caused him to hurl once more, matching the smell to the source. A place he had just accepted as his home, a place of nobility and history, was overturned into a nightmarish mindscape.
Halls that were once the embodiment of grandeur now were presented as a battlefield, layered with blood, guts, and steel. Soon, his mind ignored the stench as his senses were overwritten with horror, slowly making his way through the hellish halls.
"Mila...Meinhard, you\'re alive, aren\'t you\'¦?"
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