Hugh held his sword with a firm and steady grip. He pushed the great door of the abandoned castle open, prepared to face whatever evil that had taken up residence within. He would not be cowed, would not be intimidated by the darkness here. He would purge it. He would cleanse this place.

Inside, Hugh heard movement. Yes, something had taken root here once more, in this castle that had once housed great evil.

Inside, candles had been lit. There were signs of life in a place that ought to have been long abandoned.

Hugh stepped inward.