This place had set trial after trial to her, from a puzzle of their past to a puzzle of the future. The werewolf had overcome them all. There was not a single being that had stepped foot in this place; the dust and the ‘cleanliness’ of the place was a testament of that. She’d get to the casket without any issue; no traps were needed here. No challenges reared their head.
She’d reach to the side of the casket and slowly pull open the lid. The name on the top of the casket read exactly what she had hoped. Exactly what she had believed would be here thanks to the tome, thanks to the librarian. She’d stare down at the occupant of the casket. A single draugr, a single corpse she figured. But as she reached in the eyes of the person within opened slowly as though from rest and her hand paused.
...After centuries… the first being to make it to me is… a werewolf? Fate has a cruel irony. State your name.
”Lucretia Von Wolfenstein.”
At her introduction she’d step back and the ‘draugr’ slowly sat up. His skin was pristine like he had just been laid to rest. His body was in his peak condition. No doubt the work of the demon that had been his ‘undoing’. He’d sit there for a moment before slowly stepping out of the casket. Letting his feet touch the ground for the first time in centuries. He’d look around and nod his head like he had never seen it.
He wore simple garb like Lucretia but unlike her he held a weapon that she couldn’t quite understand. It seemed to fluctuate for the both of them and he’d look down with a small smile.
The wielder of Permafrost will be the leader of the Clan Wolfenstein. I last of my blood Sebastian Von Wolfenstein accept your challenge Lucretia Von Wolfenstein. That is what you are here for yes?
”Yes. But not only that. I wish to take the right of the leader of the Wolfenstein clan. I wish to be of pure Wolfenstein blood.”
Sebastian paused; if he accepted he… would no longer be the only one if he lost and would be allowed to pass on. Staring at Lucretia he’d raise permafrost and point it at her. There were no more words to be shared between them after he nodded. He would name her a true Wolfenstein if she succeeded… But if he won it was likely he’d just go back to sleep and she forever would be the first utter failure after getting so far!
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