The desert winds still howled in the distance, whispering of the battle that had just reshaped the vampire realm. With Dracula broken and bleeding beneath the weight of his own sins, Lucius walked toward destiny—his stride unwavering, Lilith beside him, her hand interlaced tightly in his.
They left the cursed castle and its fading legacy behind.
A few miles out, nestled deep within a shifting veil of magical distortion, a hidden cave served as their rendezvous point—a place Alexia had once used to keep herself hidden from Dracula's influence. Walter had created the barrier himself, centuries ago. Not even the vampire king could detect it.
And now, the spell had been lifted.
As Lucius and Lilith approached, the entrance shimmered into view, revealing a warm golden light flickering from deep within.
Lilith tightened her grip on Lucius's hand.
She already knew what lay ahead.
And she hated it.
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Inside the cave, three figures waited.
