Lian stood before the grand gates of the castle, a strange sense of familiarity washing over him. He had the impression that he had been here before, but he didn't know why.
He reached out toward the gates, but before his fingers could touch them, the massive doors began to open on their own, grinding against the stone with a deep, resonating sound. The exterior of the castle gave off a dark and ominous aura, yet the interior was warm and luxurious, reminiscent of castles from ancient times.
Lian stepped inside, remaining cautious, fearing that more of those monsters might be lurking in the shadows. As he walked through the corridors, a memory resurfaced, this was the same castle he had seen in his mind. His thoughts raced. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Or was Oblivion manipulating him?