This was a gloomy and solemn ancient castle hall.
Carved into the black stone walls surrounding the hall, shadowy figures depicted mythical legends. Four statues of demons with bat wings on their backs held tridents, seated within the hall, guarding the solitary coffin at its center.
The lid of the coffin had been opened at some unknown time, and now it was empty.
On the other side of the hall, before a small iron window bound by layers upon layers of magic seals, stood a female member of the Bloodline in a black dress. Her profile was dignified and beautiful, her crimson eyes shimmering like starlight.
Irons chains were locked onto the Bloodline woman, linking her to the coffin in the center of the hall, seemingly imprisoning her forever in this sealed room.
However, the Bloodline woman appeared to have grown accustomed to it.
She merely stood there, silently gazing into the sky, looking through the iron bars at the hazy Silver Moon in the distance.
