Cyan woke to silence.
Not the ordinary silence of a classroom or hallway—but something deeper. He slowly opened his eyes, expecting the bright cafeteria lights.
Instead, he saw darkness.
Smooth stone walls surrounded him, faintly glowing with strange symbols etched into their surface. The air felt cool and heavy, yet calming, like the place itself was alive.
He tried to sit up—and realized he was lying on a wide stone bed.
"Easy," a familiar voice said softly.
Cyan turned his head. Quinn sat beside him, her face serious but relieved. Mason stood nearby, arms crossed, while Crayson leaned against the wall, eyes sharp and full of questions.
"What… happened?" Cyan whispered.
"You fainted," Crayson said. "Then things got… not normal."
Cyan's heart pounded. Memories rushed back—white hair, strange visions, the whisper calling his name.
Quinn took a deep breath. "You're safe. We brought you to the old chamber beneath the school."
Cyan frowned. "Beneath the school?"
Mason nodded. "It's been hidden for centuries. Only a few people know it exists."
Before Cyan could ask more, the symbols on the walls suddenly glowed brighter. The ground trembled lightly, as if responding to his presence.
Then footsteps echoed through the chamber.
From the shadows emerged three figures, cloaked in dark robes. Their eyes gleamed with power and age far beyond any human.
Crayson stiffened. "Who are they?"
Quinn stood. "The Elders."
The tallest of them stepped forward, his voice calm but powerful. "Cyan Dizul… child of two worlds."
Cyan's breath caught. "You know my name?"
"We have waited for it to be spoken again," another Elder said. "Your awakening confirms what was written long ago."
Mason glanced at Cyan. "They mean the prophecy."
The first Elder raised a hand, and an image appeared in the air—a boy with white hair, one blue eye, one red.
"The Vampires' Rebirth begins with you," the Elder said. "You are not merely becoming something else… you are restoring what was lost."
Cyan's hands trembled. "I don't want to be a monster."
Quinn stepped closer. "You're not."
The Elder nodded slowly. "Power does not decide who you are. Choice does."
The symbols dimmed, and the chamber fell quiet again.
"This is only the beginning," the Elder continued. "Your blood has awakened. Others will feel it. Some will protect you."
"And some," the last Elder said softly, "will hunt you."
Cyan swallowed.
Somewhere deep inside him, the whisper returned—no longer frightening, but steady.
Rise.
The rebirth had truly begun.