Thread:GhostyFlareEruption/@comment-29253708-20171015170312/@comment-29253708-20171114031011

You head toward the armory and smell death.

You turn around in fear as you see what looks like the bloody remains of Amber’s torn-apart body sitting in the middle of the throne room. The body of a castle guard sits limp to your right, deep claw marks in his chest, even through the suit of armor.