Arthur stared at the enormous castle that towered above the misty valley. Its twisted spires reached towards the grey clouds like gnarled fingers. He had never seen anything quite so magnificent, yet so terrifying at the same time. Rose grabbed his arm tightly.

"We shouldn't be here," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the howling wind. "Grandfather warned us about this place."

But Arthur felt drawn to the castle as if by some invisible force. His feet seemed to move of their own accord, carrying him down the rocky path towards the massive iron gates. Behind him, he could hear Rose's reluctant footsteps following. The Land of Roar had always been full of surprises, but this felt different. This felt dangerous.