Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3068

The Blood Sanctum was the ancestral home of the vampire clan. In its gloomy great hall, two massive coffins were positioned.

These two coffins were not made of wood. Instead, they were forged from meteorites from beyond the stars, incredibly hard and durable. Moreover, the outer layer was reinforced, with a cage made of tempered steel imprisoning the coffins within.

Suddenly, one of the coffins trembled slightly. The coffin lid, weighing tens of thousands of pounds, began to shift with creaking sounds.

Then, two sharp, slender fingers like iron hooks suddenly emerged from the shifting gap. They gripped the edge of the coffin and pushed forcefully.

The coffin lid was thus shoved open, revealing the tremendous strength that lay behind it.

A withered skeleton sat up from within the coffin, and two orbs of red light ignited in its eye sockets.

A hoarse, grating voice that made one's scalp tingle squeezed out from its mouth like air through cracks. "You audacious human! I will find you, drain your blood dry, and tear your brain from your skull!"

Clusters of red flames ignited one by one throughout the temple.

The Blood Sanctum, which had been shrouded in darkness for centuries, was suddenly illuminated like a sea of blood and hell itself.

All over the world, in countless corners, every vampire felt an indescribable sense of dread at that exact moment.

Some of them were in the heart of major cities, inside gleaming financial districts and luxury skyscrapers.

A successful businessman, a CEO of a publicly traded corporation, raised his glass with a smile on his face, celebrating his business reaching new heights. Suddenly, his body stiffened, and the red wine glass slipped from his hand, shattering on the floor in a splash of crimson.

Subordinates and honored guests stirred in alarm and rushed forward to check on him.

The CEO, the center of attention that night, slowly straightened up. An eerie, unreadable smile hung at the corner of his mouth as he assured everyone he was fine. Yet, no one caught the moment he raised his head, the fury in his eyes so sharp it looked ready to bleed into the air.

In a small Vestra nation, a cardinal was chanting sacred hymns as he crowned the nation's monarch inside the Lomuia Grand Cathedral. More than 1000 people filled the hall, bathed in solemn, holy reverence.

The king bowed his head as the crown was placed upon him.

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