Valachia.
After what felt like an endless week of travel, I finally reached it.
The Capital of the Tepes Empire stretched out before me, its skies shrouded in a heavy, perpetual dusk that seemed to bleed straight into the soul. Getting inside hadn't been difficult; slipping past walls was child's play with Amaya by my side. A single leap and we were in. But stepping within those cursed walls was only the beginning—the real challenge started here.
Everywhere I turned, I was surrounded by Vampires.
I kept myself hidden beneath a heavy cloak, hood pulled low, and wrapped myself in the shadows of the Raven Arts to blur my presence. It wasn't perfect. At any moment, a stray glance or a sharpened sense could unmask me. And if that happened… well, I didn't need to imagine what would come next.
