Moonlight dripped from Wolf Mother's pubic bone candelabra as Alyssa's silver veins pulsed beneath maid uniforms. Seventy-two sage stems ground with menstrual ink etched castle fortifications onto linen lining. Wolf Mother's skull brazier erupted sparks, heatwaves carbonizing hemline patterns—the third rib's secret door coordinates veiled by primordial fecal sigils.
"New bitch reeks of peculiar incense." Kane's biomechanical hand gripped her shoulder, aristocratic perfumes clashing with molten bronze stench. Thermal exposure revealed the map instantly, his frost-tipped fingers scorching fabric into inverted pentagrams—vampiric nobles' transformation tells.
Alyssa's hair snuffed flames, venom-laced ink splattering Kane's pupils: "Scullery hands run cold, milord." Wolf Mother's sacral doorframe snapped shut, grazing her ear with bronze gears that severed three strands—each hair coiled with miniature Thorned Matrimony runes.
Cryo-chamber detonations rumbled below. Kane's lupine arm shredded charred fabric, exposing confinement runes written in Volume One's machine codes. His seven-pronged fangs gleamed with predecessor's scalp fragments: "Crone's embroidery lessons paid off."
Moonlight through pelvic lattice illuminated Alyssa overturning viper vials. Liquid corroded Kane's mechanical arm, etching three-century-old lab footage: Laine suturing her umbilical samples into Kane's heart while a maid drew ancestral blueprints in menstrual blood.
"Mutual pedagogical showcase?" She ripped uniform laces, prenatal blood veins erupting. Kane's shredded fabric combusted midair, ashes projecting new maps—Coordinate 73 pointing to Wolf Mother's petrified womb.
Wolf pup whimpers echoed from altars. Alyssa crashed through rotten doors hung with predecessors' molar necklaces. Kane's ash-projection loomed, third eye in lupine palm blinking: "Think you monopolize blood-ink tricks?"
The iris projection seared her veins— All maids' menstrual samples blended into incense, nightly pumped through Wolf Mother's bone pores to nourish "Mad King" sigils. Every clandestine stitch had been cataloged.
At lunar zenith, Alyssa's back hit vertebral relief. Kane's frost-fingered grip climbed her "73" brand. Wolf Mother's amniotic fluid enveloped them in amber ovoids— Inner walls glowing with Laine's logs: Subject 73001 infiltration successful. Blood oath weaving 99% Her hair dye dissolved, revealing micro-sarcophagus tattoos at roots—matching Volume One's paradox machine caskets.