NARRATOR

Whispers of footsteps echoed through the forest, the moonlight revealing silhouettes moving stealthily and cautiously, hiding and waiting.

“The entrance to the cemetery is just ahead...”

“No, we’ll go another way,” Dante cut off the hybrid who was his trump card. “Follow me.”

He ordered, and although doubtful, Celine followed his quick steps in silence until the sound of water reached her ears.

Dante led her through a stream filled with pebbles, following the current until they reached tall weeds that obscured the path ahead.

When the vampire pushed aside the thick grass, Celine was astonished to see the water flowing from a large, round hole—like the exit of an old aqueduct.

“Come on, let’s go through here. This area is still outside the castle’s influence. Zarek doesn’t control it, and it’s safer than the cemetery. Let’s go.”

He gestured with his hand, and both stepped into the dark hole, their boots splashing in the water.

The damp, stale air reeked of death and decay.

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