The Last Blood Mage

Thirty Feet Long Cobra

Xander and Atheria trailed behind the knight, their steps echoing through the eerie castle corridors as they heard more and more disturbances in the distance.

"You should ask for more backup," Atheria suggested.

"No can do. The nobles will cause a big scene about it, and the religious leaders will do anything to stop someone from stepping onto this island," the knight sighed.

Meanwhile, Xander carefully peered into each room along their path, as though he were searching for something specific. As they emerged from the corridor, they entered a spacious hallway that seemed frozen in time. The walls were adorned with faded tapestries depicting long-forgotten battles, and the flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows across the cracked marble floor.

"Are those blood stains?" Atheria observed the dark, ominous marks on the ground.

"Must be the blood of the bandits I fought here," replied the Knight, his eyes scanning their eerie surroundings.

Atheria knelt down to investigate the bloodstain