BLOOD AND MOONLIGHT
The flames sizzled and sparked, but the Veil remained unscathed.
He staggered back, panting. “It’s no use… My golden flame can’t even scratch it.”
I moved to comfort him, placing a hand on his back, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist tightly, his eyes lighting up.
“Wait. Vampire. Dragon. Werewolf,” he said, his voice trembling with excitement. “Just like in the old ballad. We don’t need to break in. We become the key.”
“What ballad?” I asked, confused.
He smiled faintly. “A story my mother used to sing to me. About a vampire, a dragon, and a werewolf who entered the Veil to retrieve their lost king’s soul. They sought the guidance of the great wizard Merlin to save him from corruption in the D
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