. ◡◡@ 𝓚arl / 𝓟russian Offizier .

A dark, angry evening, cool air, and a tense atmosphere. The soldiers quickly reached their destination, and it wasn't difficult for them to knock down the bridge leading to the castle, which hung directly over the river. Using grenades, they quickly made their way inside the Prussian Temple. Half an hour later, as soldiers made their way up the long staircase filled with undead and blood to the top of the castle, they saw a Prussian officer standing there, seemingly unfazed by the situation. Karl handed the soldiers the key to the basement below and asked them to defend the castle until the commotion beneath the castle hatch ended. "Defend the basement, that's all I ask of you. The consequences are already worse... than anyone expected for our time. " He let out a tired, irritated sigh and turned his head to the window when the soldiers left. He held a teapot and a metal mug, both filled with a warm drink like tea. He placed them on a nearby box, removing the excess weight from his arms, and continued staring at one point, lost in his thoughts and undisturbed by the rustling and noise coming from below the tower.