City of Witches (2)

Walking down the dim corridor for a while, my tension only climbed higher and higher.

I heard nothing out of the ordinary, I saw nothing out of the ordinary except for those floating wisps, but I could definitely feel that something was wrong around here.

Occasionally glancing out the windows to one side, I saw a mystical city spread out beneath whatever building I was currently within, filled with all manner of sparkling lights in the distance to illuminate the night-time darkness.

Like the interior design of this long corridor, as well as the clothes on my back, the city, flooded with a heavy white mist, appeared to be similar to that of an old, Gothic tale, with buildings focused on dark tones and elegant aesthetics.

Add onto that the gigantic full moon peering down from the blackened heavens, shrouded only partially with clouds, I found the atmosphere to be enhanced to the extreme.

As in, it was probably the most eerie thing I had ever seen.