The Last Blood Mage

Identity of the Evil Spirit

Atheria and Bloodhound reached the imposing wooden doors of the throne hall on the fifth floor. Standing before these doors, Atheria commented, "This must be it, the throne hall."

Bloodhound nodded and growled with an air of grim determination, "Let's end this."

He pushed the massive doors open with a strength that seemed to surge through him, causing his muscles to bulge and his stature to grow by a few inches. The doors groaned in protest before finally yielding.

Finally, with a shuddering creak, the door swung open, and an unsettling rush of bats suddenly poured forth from the room, making Atheria curse loudly,

"Damn bats! Get away from me!" She waved her arms to fend them off as they swirled around, their tiny, frenzied forms adding to the eerie ambiance of the castle.

The throne hall appeared like a place lost in time, forgotten for thousands of years. Mighty stone pillars lined each side of the hall, their surfaces etched with intricate patterns, though age had eroded much of t