Castle Battlements

The battlements stretch along the castle's upper perimeter like a jagged crown, their stone parapets worn smooth by centuries of salt-laden winds. Moonlight bleaches the gray limestone, casting long shadows that swallow the spaces between crenellations. The narrow walkways are slick with moisture from the moat below, their cold flagstones alive with the muted crunch of sentry boots. Zadek's silhouette moves carefully between the merlons, his gaze fixed on the watergate where the Doctor's small boat bobs in the dark. The air hums with tension—no torches burn here, so sight depends on rhythm: watch the gaps, count the steps, trust the gaps.