The sun dipped below the tree line of the Cursed Forest, casting long, crimson shadows across the bustling settlement.
The construction had not slowed down for a single moment; in fact, as darkness blanketed the sky, the newly turned vampires only seemed to gain a fresh wave of boundless energy.
Torches fueled by mutated plant oil were lit along the newly raised thirty-foot stone walls, illuminating the perimeter in a soft, flickering green glow.
Verc stood near the central plaza, watching as Groo easily hoisted a massive iron-reinforced oak beam over his shoulder, placing it seamlessly into the stone socket carved into the castle frame. Beside him, Aodh was barkingly directing three dwarf smiths who were hammering glowing runic plates onto the main iron gates.
"Keep those strikes even, lads!"
Aodh shouted, his heavy hammer coming down on the iron with a loud sound.
CLANG! TANG! TINK!
