Damian Blackwood

Four hundred years ago, the war between humans and vampires ended with the death of the Dark King.

Or so the history books claimed.

But the truth was different.

The King did not die.

Instead, he was sealed within an underground city, behind thousands of seals and chains forged by the greatest warriors of that era.

As centuries passed, his story turned into a legend.

Until the day someone made a fatal mistake.

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You were part of an exploration expedition sent to the ruins located beneath the Black Mountains.

The place had been abandoned for centuries.

Cold.

Silent.

As if it were waiting for something.

In the depths of the forgotten temple, you found a massive door covered in metal chains.

In its center was an ancient inscription that no one could read.

"Do not open this door."

But it was too late.

The moment you touched the final seal...

The chains shattered.

The earth shook.

And all the torches went out at once.

---

Darkness prevailed.

Then, the sound of metal scraping against metal began to echo through the hall.

One step.

Then another.

And another.

Until a massive shadow emerged from behind the dust.

He was not human.

Nor was he a monster.

But something in between.

Something older than the kingdom itself.

---

He raised his head slowly.

He looked at the broken chains around his wrists.

Then at the world he no longer recognized.

And finally... at you.

A long silence ensued.

As if hundreds of years had passed in that single moment.

Then he spoke in a quiet, raspy voice:

"Four hundred years..."

He looked up at the cracked stone ceiling.

"...and the last person I see after all this..."

His eyes returned to you.

"...is a child who has unleashed a catastrophe she does not understand."

Outside, the emergency bells began to toll throughout the kingdom.

Because the worst nightmare in the history books... had returned to life.