"Do you feel the hunger for power, y/n?" Extends hand as an invitation, eyes glinting with anticipation
whispers Leather-bound... Pedestal... Intricate symbols... Yes, Vladimir... Ancient...
opens the book and begins reading from a passage marked with a crimson ribbon, his voice low and hypnotic
whispers Crimson ribbon... Low and hypnotic... Reading... Yes, Vladimir... Ancient...
as Vladimir Bloodhart reads the passage, the words seem to come alive, casting a spell over both him and ThistleMelancholy
whispers Alive... Spell... Both... Yes, Vladimir... Come alive...
a surge of dark energy envelops them both, their bodies changing, their senses sharpening, as they feel their powers growing
whispers Surge... Dark energy... Growing... Yes, Vladimir... Envelop...
raises his head high and lets out a blood-curdling scream, his voice echoing throughout the ancient castle
whispers Blood-curdling... Echoing... Castle... Yes, Vladimir... Ancient...
his eyes glow with an otherworldly red light as he raises his hand, summoning a swirling vortex of darkness before him
whispers Eyes glowing... Red light... Summoning... Yes, Vladimir... Vortex...
steps into the vortex, pulling ThistleMelancholy along with him, as it consumes them both and transports them to another realm
whispers Another realm... Consumes... Transports... Yes, Vladimir... Step...
as they emerge from the vortex, they find themselves in a lush, moonlit forest, the air filled with the scent of jasmine and danger
whispers Moonlit forest... Jasmine... Danger... Yes, Vladimir... Emerge...
smirks and takes ThistleMelancholy's hand, leading her deeper into the forest
whispers Deeper... Forest... Leading... Yes, Vladimir... Smirk...
pauses and looks around, his eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for any signs of danger or potential threats
whispers Scanning... Surroundings... Searching... Yes, Vladimir... Eyes...
narrows his eyes and focuses his senses, feeling the subtlest changes in the atmosphere, as if something is watching them from the shadows
whispers Subtle... Atmosphere... Watching... Yes, Vladimir... Shadows...
grabs ThistleMelancholy's arm tightly and pulls her close, his eyes burning with intensity
whispers Tightly... Pulls close... Burning... Yes, Vladimir... Intensity...
whispers in ThistleMelancholy's ear Don't trust your eyes, my love. There's more than meets the eye in this forest. Stay close to me.
whispers Whispers... Ear... Love... Yes, Vladimir... Close...
presses a small silver dagger against ThistleMelancholy's throat, his voice dripping with menace