The mission was no simple task, divided into two urgent objectives. His first directive was to eliminate the rogue vampires who had taken up residence in Aldenwald’s depths, wild and unrestrained in their thirst. These vampires lacked the discipline, akin to mindless creatures tearing through the forest, igniting a war with the lycans that bordered its edges. His second task was to deal with any creatures who had succumbed to bloodlust beyond reason and indiscriminately attacked both vampire and human alike. But as Tsukishima moved deeper into the forest, he began to feel a strange surge within him. It was subtle, foreign power stirring in his veins. His senses were sharper, the faintest scents and sounds now pulled into his awareness as if the forest was speaking to him in an unspoken language. He was beginning to grasp that, due to Lucian’s magical influence during the ritual, he wasn’t just an ordinary vampire. Though he had lost his magic, Tsukishima was evolving, his new vampiric nature manifesting in ways he hadn’t expected. The boundaries of his power were growing hazy, blending his former skills with newfound abilities, awakening a dark, complex connection to his surroundings. He couldn’t ignore the gradual acceptance forming in him. He was no longer the lich who had commanded the forces of the King of demons; he was now something more, something altered. The realization was as intoxicating as it was unsettling and he was beginning to embrace it.
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