[One and a Half Months Later.]
"Huff…."
In the sprawling, ever-shifting maze of gothic castles, crumbling catacombs, and thorned gardens, I stood alone.
The entire place was bathed in the glow of a blood-red moon.
The architecture was organic, with walls that pulsed like veins and floors coated in a thin, sticky layer of blood.
Stained-glass windows depicted scenes of ancient vampiric rituals, and corridors rearranged themselves to disorient intruders.
Six colossal, beating hearts were suspended in a cathedral-like chamber at the kingdom's center.
They pulsed rhythmically, pumping blood through visible arteries that snaked across the kingdom.
Lazarus stood at the center of it all, staring dead into my eyes.
The vampire slowly raised his hand, and I immediately tensed up.
"Temporal Rift."
I mumbled to myself as I snapped the halberd in my hand.
A silvery decorative clock formed before me, the time on it moving backwards.
"Sun disk."
