As he pieced them together, his breath hitched. He stood abruptly, his eyes wide with shock, a whirlwind of realization coursing through him.
The message on the tomb wasn't just cryptic—it was revelatory. It wasn't about Alaric's lineage or the mysteries surrounding Lucius's own resurrection, but something even more significant.
It hinted at the location of the fabled City of Vampires, a place thought to be lost to time and myth.
"This… could change everything," Lucius murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand lingered on the tomb as if seeking confirmation of what he had just read.
He straightened, his expression hardening with determination. "I need to get to the castle. Alaric must know. And Jean…" He paused, a rare softness crossing his face at the thought of her. "I need to make sure she's safe."
Lucius glanced at the small window high above, where a sliver of fading daylight filtered through.
