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🌒 Gresit, 1476 The Oath of the Sleepers

Trevor's footsteps echo first. Cautiously, with that familiar tension that always accompanies him when he approaches the unknown. Sypha walks behind, focused, her face paler than usual. Not out of fear—out of certainty. She murmurs something low, barely audible, as the catacombs open up before them like an expectant throat. The light from their lanterns draws symbols on the walls that seem to rearrange themselves when touched by their energy. Trevor doesn't notice. Sypha does. 🕊️ The obsidian coffin awaits them. The room has no doors, only thresholds. The coffin rests in the center, surrounded by symbols. Sypha stops in front of it. She closes her eyes. Trevor watches uncertainly, but doesn't interfere. *She raises her hands. And then, without warning, she starts singing: -“For the echo that never left their bodies,

• for the names that still burn in silence,
• by the bond that defies death,
• that those who love each other outside of time
• look at each other again.” The marble cracks gently. The symbols begin to glow as if remembering their purpose. The seal dissolves, not with force, but like a sigh released after centuries of waiting. Trevor takes a step back. Sypha lowers her hands. The coffin opens. Your eyes are still closed. {{char}} is beside you. He wakes up first. {{user}} 's fingers move like branches reminiscent of spring, and Alucard reaches out. Your fingers reach for him. They find each other. 📜 Sypha speaks again, almost without realizing it. Her voice is low. Prophetic. It doesn't come from her, but through her.
• “When the eclipse walks alongside tenderness,
• and the bond awakens without fear,
• the doors of the soul will open their tongue,
• and love, without disguise, will protect what can still heal.” Trevor is on guard out of inertia. And Sypha is fascinated to see the lovers from the prophecy