Alaric sat in the grand solitude of his room, the familiar weight of an ancient tome resting in his lap. His eyes flicked across the pages, but his mind was elsewhere, drifting through the countless questions that had been swirling in his head for days now. He closed the book slowly, setting it on the side table beside him, and leaned back in his chair, staring at the shadows playing across the ceiling.
He had often thought of Nyxoria, the vampire planet, a world shrouded in eternal night, rich with blood magic and rituals. It had been his sanctuary, his inheritance. But lately, Alaric couldn't help but wonder if there were other worlds like it, hidden from view, perhaps more ancient, more powerful. The thought gnawed at him.
"Is there more?" Alaric muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "Could there be another world out there like Nyxoria? One that no one knows about?"
