"The most exalted True Ancestor..."
"Embodiment of darkness and shadow..."
"Progenitor of all Bloodlines..."
"Your devoted and humble Descendant seeks guidance here..."
"..."
Within the brilliantly lit secret chamber,
A werewolf named Luf, cloaked in a black hood, led many werewolves, fervently raising a crimson Holy Emblem fashioned from thorny roses, praying zealously to the altar.
That altar was engraved with intricate and complex Magic Patterns and bore a throne made of thorny roses, emanating a crimson glow as the many werewolves prayed.
In the hazy light, the lead werewolf Luf faintly heard an ethereal and majestic voice resounding beside his ear.
Mists of crimson fog diffused around the altar, and a bloody light enveloped Luf.
And all Luf felt was a warm power flooding into his body, filling him with strength!
It was a Blessing!
It was the blessing from the great True Ancestor!
Luf's face was flush with excitement.
