King Julianus
Seth and Oscar stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the ancient valley that stretched out beneath them. The wind howled through the mountains as they waited for their escort. Before them stood the Sanctuary’s headquarters- the stronghold of the vampire leaders. It was no ordinary fortress, more like an ancient monastery carved into the jagged mountainside. Its stone spires rose high into the dark sky, their intricate carvings glowing faintly with runes older than any he’d seen. Unlike the palaces of human kings or the grand halls of other supernatural beings, the Sanctuary was subtle yet immense, a place where shadows whispered and bloodlines traced back to the very first night.
Moreover, it stood on ‘sacred’ grounds. A church.
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