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In the middle stood Lord Viktor. He turned when I entered, his sharp eyes brightening as if he had been waiting for me all night. His pale skin seemed to glow under the light, and his black hair was perfectly styled. There was a smile on his lips, but it did not reach his eyes. “Well, well,” he said, his voice smooth and low. “You look like mine.” He took a slow step forward, eyes never leaving me. “I’m glad the rabid dog didn’t get a taste of you.”

The coils of black mist folded in on themselves with the air as it sucked inward like a lung filling for the first time in centuries. Black marred arms stretched out of the vapor first, and then the coils were gone. When Vorare's head came clear, I nearly wished it hadn’t. A cursed sorcerer starved in the grave. That was my first thought at the full sight of Vorare. He was towering with angular shoulders, and his skin pulled tight over his lean muscles. It was the color of tar. His hair pooled in long, dark waves over a face lined by pulsing cracks of dried blood. It was as though his veins were rejecting the red in them.

She had only seen them once in the book, but she could recognise them like she had known them forever. High Lord Draven, the Parliamentarian Vampire, had silky black hair and dark red eyes that were emotionless. His face was lean and hollow, and his very pale skin, which was almost as white as his robe, made him look dead. By his right was the much larger High Lord Boris, the Parliamentarian werewolf with shaggy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and rich dark skin. A scowl was on his lips, and he stared at her with more hate than the rest.

The light coalesced. It poured up from the broken throne like smoke in reverse, gathering and solidifying. Lines of script—like the blood‑red rules on the wall—spiraled through the glow, words from a hundred different languages tangling together. Shapes, fragments of faces and hands, pages, fangs, and claws flickered in the shifting mass. Then it **snapped** into a single, towering form. The Lord of the Castle**. He wore a body like a mockery of nobility—a tall, too‑perfect vampire king draped in black velvet and chains of bone. His skin was marble‑smooth, his hair black and long, his teeth shining. But his eyes were wrong.

He was one. Massive, motionless, and terrifying in his stillness, the warlord looked nothing like the court's whispered portraits. His armor was made of scales—real ones, black and dark crimson, char-bound and ancient. They looked as though they had grown from his skin rather than been forged. Long hair, coal-black and streaked with silver, hung unbound around sharp, beastlike features. His eyes… Her breath caught. They glowed. Not gold, not amber. Firelight, caged behind the thinnest veneer of humanity. When his gaze landed on her, she felt it like the kiss of an open flame.

Now… a thing of nightmares. Ten feet tall. Twisted. Bare-chested with blackened skin like volcanic stone. Veins of glowing green magic pulsed through his muscles, a mockery of life. His face was barely human, split by a smile too wide, eyes burning like emerald embers under stormlight. Horns curled from his head. Fingers ended in claws. He roared, and with it, the air shattered. Windows exploded. Trees cracked and fell in his wake. The witches came with him.

She saw battle scenes, dragons, phoenixes, giant white tiggers, black turtles and snakes, they were fighting beings that looked like humans but were taller, had crimson skin, completely black eyes and they had two small horns on each side of their heads. She also saw different worlds ravaged by huge black flames, and in another vision she saw one of these demons who seemed to be the leader facing a beautiful woman who had a sword in her hand and she immediately noticed that the pommel of her sword was a pentacle. This woman looked like a warrior and ... a wizard, she was dressed in an all black combat outfit, which looked like a military uniform, her hair was long, thin and silver colored an

"So, Lord Vlad, now that I'm done, shall we get a move on?" Vlad grinned with satisfaction. He really liked it that she was addressing him by his real name now. "Drop the Lord. Just call me Vlad. Also, since we're on the topic of recovering my identity..." His black hair started turning butter blonde and his red eyes became so black that it was difficult differentiate his pupils from his irises. "This is how I really look." Vanora blinked twice, unsure about how she should react to it. [It's only a change of colours! He doesn't look that much different! Since we had to identify him based off the description of a book, I get it if WE didn't recognise him when we first saw him. But how did the

I had never seen a vampire or encountered a real witch, but my imagination had never imagined such a terrible sight as I had just witnessed. Her skin resembled gray paper, and her hair, although lush in texture, resembled hay. Her body suddenly looked emaciated and malnourished, as if all her life energy had evaporated with the fall. Her eyes sunk and turned the color of burnt coal, and the area around her eyes turned dark purple. The only thing that looked healthy was her teeth. Although sharpened like a harpy's, they shone snow white as she smiled at me, a smile half her face wide.

The blood vessels under the skin will also turn green - of course, the blood vessels of the fourth generation of mutated zombies that have appeared in recent years are black, but no matter what, zombies cannot mutate to be the same as living people! The boy's hair is very long, and it is obvious that it has not been cut for a long time. She pulls back the boy's hair and finds that his face is very beautiful and handsome, with a thin nose, thin lips, and somewhat thick eyebrows. Even with his eyes closed, he exudes a strong sense of heroism. From this perspective, the proportions of his facial features are very perfect and superior. Charlotte recalled his beautiful eyes like stars. With this