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This place holds unseen power.

Vampires battled here and the shadows of their magic remain.

External buttresses hold the ceiling two hundred yards above.

Once these halls were crowded with life.

Now they are empty and hollow.

The sound of my footsteps echoes off the neighboring colonnades.

And I am reminded of the masses of undead that met here.

That was before the mortals came.

They set fire to the villages of Transylvania.

Now they’ve come for me.

I lift my gaze to the stained-glass windows.

And think of the green trees and blue sky of the past.

Smoke and ash fill the air, along with the hiss and pop of crackling flame.

I clutch the hilt of my father’s sword, Blood Cleaver.

My time approaches.

I hear the deep, bass pulse of vigilantes pounding at the cathedral gates.

I am the last of my kindred.

And I go to my fate with a heavy heart.

Blood Cleaver is sharpened and polished.

It will not be lost without putting a scratch or two into the flesh of an invading mortal.

I take my leave of this cathedral and go to the chambers of my kindred.

The wyrms await me.

Farewell.

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