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Chapter 125: Transylvania

Anthony sat in his study for what felt like an eternity. His thoughts spiraled endlessly, looping over everything

that had just occurred. The encounter defied all logic. A man had entered his heavily guarded home, appeared in

his private study without a single sound, conversed with him as though they were old acquaintances, and then

simply vanished... right in front of his eyes. No doors opened, no shadows shifted. He was just... gone.

His heart pounded as he leaned back in his chair. He had heard whispers before... which he treated as rumors,

about individuals with supernatural abilities. But that realm had always been in the special domain buried in the

classified corners of MI5 or MI6 where even the highest ranking officials rarely permitted to venture.

Others treated this kind of story like fictions and from fantasy . No one liked to discuss such things

seriously. They were fairy tales meant to scare children or entertain adults. Or so he had thought.

But now, after tonight, Anthony could no longer dismiss those stories as myth. That man... whoever or whatever

he was... had power that Anthony could barely comprehend. It was as if someone had stepped straight out of a

Marvel or DC comic book and into his study.

"If someone like that wanted to rob the vaults of the central bank, who could stop him?" Anthony thought, a cold

sweat forming at his temples. "He could go anywhere undetected. It’s a miracle people with such power still

choose to follow sform of order. Otherwise, the world would collapse into chaos."

Yet, what frightened him more was not the man himself... it was the person he referred to as "boss." A woman,

clearly outside the sphere of traditional governments, who could command a person like that. Who was she? And

how much power did she truly hold?

Worse still, his own daughter was now working for this mysterious figure. Anthony felt a chill snake down his

spine. The air around him suddenly seemed colder. He wrapped his arms around himself and inhaled deeply,

trying to ground himself.

But there was no turning back now. Whoever he was dealing with, whatever strange network he had stepped

into, he had to follow it through. He had a daughter to care now. That fact alone gave him purpose... and he

would stop at nothing to see her.

Resolving to act, he pulled out his phone and dialed the number of an old friend... a trusted ally who also

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happened to run a reputable genetic research center. It was late, but his friend answered after only two rings.

"Still at the lab?" Anthony asked.

"Yeah, just finishing up spaperwork," cthe reply.

"I need to see you. It’s urgent."

Ten minutes later, Anthony was driving through the dimly lit streets, the box containing the mysterious blood

sample tucked safely in his pocket. When he arrived, his friend greeted him with concern.

Anthony offered a brief explanation: he had recently cacross information that a woman might be his

biological daughter, and he needed to confirm it through a paternity test. He left out all the supernatural

elements and strange visitors. For now, the truth would only confuse things.

His friend nodded solemnly. "We'll keep it completely anonymous," he assured. "You'll have the results as soon

as possible."

Relieved and slightly more at ease, Anthony handed over both his and his daughter's blood samples and

returned home. Now, all he could do was wait.

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Far away from the Kingdom, nestled deep within the mist-laden wilderness of the Carpathian Mountains...

territory once known to the world as Transylvania... stood a fortress lost to maps and memory.

The castle didn’t just sit atop the mountain... it commanded it. Like a slumbering beast with its claws embedded

in the rock, the obsidian colossus emerged from the mountain's very bones. Its silhouette pierced the night like a

crown forged of shadow, spires twisting upward to impale the stars. The walls weren't merely built... they flowed,

curving like molten obsidian hardened by tand magic.

Midnight dew coated the surface, making the fortress shimmer like black diamond beneath the dreamy

moonlight. Veins of silver, faint but pulsing, glowed from deep within the stone. Ancient runes fossilized in the

rock hummed quietly every few heartbeats, as though the entire structure breathed.

Great iron balconies curled out like spider legs, while stained obsidian windows... tinted in blood-red and violet

hues... refracted moonlight into jagged patterns on the cold stone floors. Light here was scarce, yet when it did

appear, it was twisted and unnatural.

Below, the ancient forest stood in

unnatural silence. The trees were so

old that empires had risen and fallen

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acknowledged. Mist curled between

gnarled roots like living things. The

scent in the air was a heady mix of

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The entire region thrummed with a magic that felt ancient... older than language, older than kings. Not

oppressive, but vigilant. Like the hush before a storm descends, the kind of quiet that makes even the bravest

pause.

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The castle's main gate stood thirty

feet tall, carved with the twisted

faces of forgotten gods. These doors

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the tallest tower, jutted a solitary

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the stars. That was the king's perch.

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Inside, in the heart of the fortress,

was a vast chamber... a meeting

room carved from jet-black stone.

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polished volcanic rock.

Bioluminescent stones embedded in

the ceiling glowed softly, casting an

ethereal light that made the pale skin

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Seated around the table were the Elders of the Vampires, the members of the High Council, the ancient lords and

ladies of vampire society, each the sovereign of a powerful clan, each as old as legend itself.