Chapter 73 - The Blood Oath

As the moon hung high in the night sky, its gleaming shine enlightened the antiquated woods encompassing the Captivated Lake. In this quiet, magical spot, where murmurs of the past waited, the air was loaded up with an energizing strain. Alaric, the Evil presence Sovereign, remained before the water's edge, his appearance shining on a superficial level like an otherworldly delusion. Close to him, his lady of the hour, Eleanor, gripped her chest, feeling the heaviness existing apart from everything else pushing downward on her.