Chapter 44: Unreadable, Until Him
– Blood (70 Units)
Corven crouched down beside the vampire’s corpse, sinking his fangs in quickly. The blood flowed fast, rich and potent, making up for what he’d spent in the fight. By the time he stood, he was back in the positive.
He turned his focus to the double doors and pushed them open cautiously.
What greeted him was unexpected.
A second room—larger than it had any right to be based on the compound’s external size. The space stretched unnaturally wide and deep, lined with plain wooden walls, a ceiling, and a floor that all looked freshly constructed yet strangely featureless.
"Magic?" Corven muttered, stepping inside slowly. "Well, at least I think I’m on the right track."
No windows. No visible exit. No sign of where to go next.
Even worse—his map didn’t recognize the space at all. The room simply didn’t exist on the schematics.
"Is this bait...?" he muttered, eyes narrowing.
Corven kept scanning the space with practiced caution. His senses were on edge, but then—something shifted.
A faint glow pulsed on one wall. Strange, shifting characters began etching themselves into the surface, twisting and forming into a language that stirred something deep in his memory.
It had been a long time since this odd talent of his activated—something that hadn’t found much use since arriving in this world.