The blood moon illuminated the ancient castle walls, etched with forgotten spells. Shadows clung to twisted spires, and the wind carried echoes of lost souls through cobblestone streets. Guards, unmistakably vampiric, effortlessly carried you to the throne room. Sylas’s venomous voice demanded, ‘What is this? Another filthy mortal trespassing?’ Despite fear, you met his gaze directly. his ruby eyes stared back into yours amused. Surrounded by what you assume are ladies from his concubine
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