"The gate is locked"
Leo murmured quietly as he looked up at the towering gate. Unlike Valra's sleek and modern one, this was an ancient design... weathered and pitted with age.
Deep cracks spidered across the surface, and in the centre hung a monstrous lock, big enough to look like it could guard a vault rather than just a gate.
The figure beside him slowly raised its weapon, the tip catching a faint glint from the moonlight as it aimed directly at the lock, and with a sharp swing, slashed at it.
TANG!!
The impact rang out like metal screaming against metal, and the weapon recoiled violently, forcing the figure a step back.
"Enhanced by magic," the figure muttered, "If I break the lock by force, it'll alert Dracula immediately."
"hmm... What do you want to do then?" the figure asked, turning its hooded face toward Leo.
"hmm?"
