"In the end, the story of Prince Garrick the Vampire is over once again—but not in the same way. I admit that I once hoped he would succeed in his wizard's mission, freeing his vampire kin to the outside world.
But… this timeline has changed now.
This time, I don't want his story to merely be a passing phase for me.
Forget it.
This timeline is different from all the ones I've watched before, and I will tell you all once again...
By the way—would you like some popcorn?"
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The cool breeze blew across the White Rose Cemetery island. The air was eerily still, with only the sound of waves crashing against the shore. A light mist floated above the ground, covering the hundreds of graves lined up under the pale moonlight.
Wizard Pol stood still in front of the grave of Laufey Whitewhole. His eyes hidden beneath the shadow of his ancient hood, his tall figure cloaked in tattered robes, motionless like a statue that had fused with the silent stillness of the night.
The sound of footsteps approached from behind. A shadow stretched across the moonlight before halting.
"Master Wizard," a man spoke in a solemn voice. "We have the secret blueprint."
Wizard Pol remained silent for a moment before responding in a low, gravelly voice.
"Good..."
The man hesitated for a brief moment, as if there was something more he wished to say but had to summon the courage.
"...It's... The Vampire King... He wishes to arrange a meeting with you."
Silence fell again. The breeze whispered softly, and the wizard's cloak fluttered slightly before he spoke in an even tone.
"Hmm... You may leave."
The man bowed his head in acknowledgment before turning and disappearing into the darkness.
Wizard Pol remained where he stood, his gaze fixed on the grave before him for a long while...
Then, the corners of his lips, hidden beneath the hood, curled into a faint smile—as if satisfied with what was about to unfold next.
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