Thirteen _blood of the sinner

King Albert"

For centuries, I have slumbered in peace, secure in the knowledge that my illegitimate son is no more. But now...

I sense it, I hear it - the blood of my bastard son coursing through the veins of time. "ROAR" echoes through the centuries. Why now? The place where I lay dormant is in disarray. I can hear every rockfall caused by the quake of my awakening. My power permeates the surroundings. "ROAR" - my voice instills fear in all who hear it.

"To any descendant of mine who hears me, I demand blood! Give it to me!"

A woman's voice responds,

"Yes, my lord." Within moments, the echo of a human voice and the sound of a sword slicing through flesh fill the air. Each drop of blood is a symphony to my ears, a melody I haven't heard for centuries. Now, with every passing second, human blood rejuvenates my system. I feel alive again. My skeletal figure slowly levitates, a testament to the residual power that has lingered in my body over the centuries.

My illegitimate son, y