Ethan's POV
Master strode through the dim, shadowy corridors of Scarlet Hollow Castle, her steps steady and purposeful. The atmosphere was oppressive, and the darkness seemed to cling to every corner like a living entity.
My gaze roamed over the vast towering murals lining the walls. Each painting depicted a figure in it and they looked regal, proud, and commanding. Yet, despite being mere paintings I couldn't shake the eerie feeling that they were watching me, their painted eyes piercing through to my very soul.
"What you feel is not an illusion," Master's calm voice echoed in the corridor, shattering the silence.
"These murals contain fragments of the souls of the Sangrial ancestors. Through the Blood Soul Magic unique to vampires, they have achieved the unthinkable that is imbuing the essence of the dead into their portraits.
