In the dimly lit lab, Kelvin sat hunched over his workstation, surrounded by vials, syringes, and old parchment papers. The room smelled of chemicals and ancient texts, the perfect fusion of science and mysticism. His brow was furrowed in deep concentration as he studied a blood sample beneath the microscope.
"Stella's blood," he murmured, leaning back in his chair. "The last pure descendant of the Derek bloodline."
He had been obsessing over Stella's blood for days, trying to unlock its secrets. Every test, every experiment had led him to a single conclusion: her blood was the key to unimaginable power. But something was missing, something that would complete the process.
He picked up a nearby vial labeled **"Lord Rahul's Blood"** and held it up to the light, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "What if…"
