Their pursuit was twofold: the fabled Blood of the Moon, renowned for its power of immortality. Also the Moonchild, said to be capable of controlling the lunar cycle, ensuring an everlasting full moon.
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"Very well, Your Highness," Ethan replied, his tone laced with determination.
Tonight, they convened once more for a crucial meeting to finalize their mission plans. In a chamber bathed in the bright glow of hanging candelabras, Lucian's gaze was fixed upon the crystal glasses containing the harvested blood provided by Ethan.
His fingers delicately brushed the rim of one glass, and the pungent, intoxicating aroma wafting from it stirred his senses.
Lucian longed for the days when he could savor fresh blood directly, unencumbered by the absurd constraints of the present rules.
"Have you found any new information about the whereabouts or form of the Blood of The Moon?" Lucian asked calmly.
