Year 3, Month 1 – Prague, Vampire Safehouse
Lightning split the sky over the cobblestone alleys of old Prague.
Inside a gothic manor, a vampire coven dined — unaware they were already marked for erasure.
No alarms.
No sound.
Until the candles died… all at once.
Damon stepped into the hall. Mask on. Aura like liquid death.
And then?
Silence turned red.
System Check-In – Crimson Courtyard (Ancestral Zone)
Check-In Complete
– Target Kill Count: 4 Elder Vampires
Rewards Gained:
– $380,000
– Gene Surge: Vampire Bloodline – Tier II
→ Boosts regeneration speed, visual perception in darkness, charm suppression resistance
– Physical Mutation: Skin gains low-light radiance, eyes deepen with crimson-gold flares
– Passive Unlock: "Dragon's Pulse"
→ Your heartbeat now creates a subtle psychic pressure field; weak enemies will hesitate to attack you
"You are no longer climbing.
You are transforming."
Appearance Shift (Evolution Log – Month 13)
• Height: +2 inches
• Muscle mass: Refined to elite combat form
• Eyes: Gold-crimson starburst, radiant in dim environments
• Aura: Cold, oppressive, silencing
• Presence: Makes lesser beings sweat just by entering a room
• Voice: Lower. Measured. Carries a strange, magnetic weight
Still…
No face seen.
Even Rico and Vix have never caught a glimpse.
He bathes alone. Eats alone. Kills alone.
Only the mask remains a constant.
Meanwhile – Nova's Trail Goes Cold
Nova tracked Damon to Prague.
Followed false leads. Bribed brokers. Interrogated low-level blood dealers.
Nothing.
She arrived at the vampire safehouse 48 hours too late.
Only found one thing:
A single coin.
Black. Heavy. Marked with a faceless dragon skull.
Nova stared at it for a long time.
"It's him.
But he's ghosting the world."
She closed her hand around the coin.
And whispered to the night:
"Then I'll wait until the ghost becomes a storm."
Final Scene – Phantom's Cathedral (Private Domain)
Far from eyes, in the Alps, Damon stood before a new underground cathedral being built in his honor by occult defectors and black-market loyalists.
Stained glass told no stories — just power.
No gods.
No saints.
Only a masked dragon rising from ash.
Damon walked the length of the altar.
Rico followed behind, cautious, reverent.
"Everything's moving, boss," Rico said.
"They're saying the underworld's changing. That it's becoming yours."
Damon looked up.
Then down at his hands — bloodless, calloused, unstoppable.
"It's not becoming mine."
"It always was."