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[Preview]
Alastor appeared on the outskirts of Pentagram city, tumbling out of a web of shadows, clinging to a deep wound across his ribs. He stumbled away from the city with a wince needing time to lick his wounds. He'd return one day, and he'd show Vox just how powerful an outdated radio demon could be. He'd gotten too confident, which led to carelessness and Vox managed a cheap shot. If he'd stayed cool, it wouldn't have been a problem.
Shaking his head to quiet his incessant thoughts, Alastor paused as he realized he no longer recognized his surroundings. How far had he walked? Had he accidentally teleported through the shadows? He'd appeared in a peculiar forest, the trees all had pure white bark, their leaves varied in differing hues of red and black each with pale sickly white veins. Despite how sickly everything appeared, the forest was lush and thriving in its own way. The ground was covered with a strange moss the color of blood with more sickly white veins looking almost like spiderwebs overlaying the moss. With each step the trees seemed to knit closer and closer together feeling almost as if they were moving closer, surrounding him, trying to snuff him out.
Just as he was starting to feel a sense of claustrophobic panic bubble up within him, the trees began to open back up. He found himself in a clearing. A large structure stood before him, it looked like something he'd seen in a history book, a castle from the olden times, built to withstand the ages. A black stone fence surrounded the palace and was crawling with what at first glance looked like blood splatters but upon closer inspection were just clingy blood red vines.