"Alright then," Dracula muttered under his breath, his voice a low rumble that echoed faintly in the vast, desolate chamber where shadows clung to the walls like forgotten secrets.
His crimson eyes ignited with an intense burst of light, the scarlet glow erupting outward from him as the central point, rippling across the space like concentric waves disturbing a still pool of dark water.
The crimson burst of light surged forward relentlessly, traveling through the ether and piercing the minds of every being it encountered, implanting vivid memories of how Aaron had ruthlessly dismantled the Lich King and his loyal subordinates, their screams and shattering bones replaying in horrifying detail.
