Chapter I: The Price of Immortality [Moderate]

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:20 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

In the dim, flickering light of his sanctum, Tsukishima traced the final arcane symbols into the air, his skeletal fingers moving with a practiced grace. The words of the incantation escaped from his mouth in a whisper that grew darker, more resonant with each utterance. As the final syllable escaped him, the spell’s energy coiled around him, a spectral shroud settling over his form like a veil spun from the shadows. This was no ordinary spell; it was a bulwark, a mental wall painstakingly crafted to sever his mind from Bael, the King of Demons, and his invasive probing. The magic seeped into his consciousness, fortifying every corner of his mind until it was unreachable; locked away from Bael’s relentless gaze.

As the spell took hold, a sensation washed over Tsukishima. A sharp, yet almost painful clarity as the oppressive presence lifted. The familiar, invasive tendrils of Bael’s awareness that had for so long lingered in his mind suddenly recoiled, retreating as if scorched by the sheer potency of his magic. For the first time in what seemed to be ages, Tsukishima stood alone within the sanctity of his own thoughts.

Word Count: 191

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:22 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

A ripple in the air followed by the familiar portal signaled Lucian’s arrival. Tall and striking, Lucian held a sense of calm menace as he regarded Tsukishima with an expression that balanced duty and mild curiosity. His voice, always calm, seemed to echo in the chamber. “You’ve succeeded,” Lucian said with a slight bow of acknowledgment. “Do know that the King… is displeased, but he’s decided to observe rather than retaliate. He’s curious to see what you intend to accomplish, now that his eyes are no longer upon you.”

Tsukishima nodded absently, watching the shadows flicker on the walls. He had fully expected the Demon King to retaliate, as he had prepared countermeasures for just such an occasion, but was surprised about his inactivity. Perhaps this would be something that one, or both, of them would regret. “What about you? Isn’t he still able to view through your eyes?” “No. It seems that your spell has severed your connection to any of us you are able to summon as well. Outside of my relaying the Master’s words, I remain of my own free will.” His curiosity piqued for the time being, the Lich’s gaze turned downward, to a single token lying on his worktable, a ring that had once belonged to his wife. Memories stirred as he lifted it, tracing its familiar surface.

Word Count: 223

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:25 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

“Immortality was once my obsession,” he said softly, almost to himself, “but after my little beach excursion with the rest of the guild, I find it empty without her. I have eternity, yet all I desire is to see her again. Not as I am now, a creature stripped of humanity, a mere shadow grasping at remnants of life.” Lucian, silent for once, looked on, his eyes unreadable. Though loyal to Bael, he had often served as Tsukishima’s confidant, sharing in the dark victories and bitter trials that accompanied his master’s path. But this was a rare vulnerability in the Lich, an acknowledgment of something beyond ambition and conquest.

“What will you do to accomplish this desire?” Lucian finally asked, breaking the silence. Tsukishima returned the ring to the table and held out his hand as a small, ethereal cube appeared; his phylactery. “I need to find another way, one that doesn’t rely on binding my soul to this. What I’ve held onto is a fragile construct. My wife’s soul exists somewhere beyond the darkness I’ve embraced, beyond the boundaries Bael imposed when he claimed me. If I can transcend this form, perhaps there is a chance… a way to exist that is free of him and a way back.”

Word Count: 210

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:26 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

"I intend to create a path that will grant me immortality without sacrificing the life I once held dear." Lucian tilted his head thoughtfully. “The Demon King will not allow you to permanently sever your bond to him so easily. He will hunt you, my lord. Send all of his forces to see you suffer." “He can try…” Tsukishima replied, a dark chuckle escaping from him. The thought of breaking Bael’s chains had rekindled something within him, a will that even Bael’s power could not dampen. Lucian inclined his head, a flicker of respect mingling with his duty. “Then we shall see if eternity bends to your will.”

In the time that followed, Tsukishima and Lucian descended into the depths of the archives, a place long shrouded in dust and shadow. Shelves lined with volumes of forbidden knowledge loomed around them, the faint smell of old parchment and ink lingering in the still, dry air. Dusty tomes, brittle scrolls, and grimoires with cracked leather covers lay scattered across the cold stone floor, each one containing fragments of forgotten wisdom and dark magic. Some pages crackled with latent energy, others were yellowed and crumbling, but each bore a flicker of hope, a promise of knowledge that might sever the chains of Tsukishima’s undead state.

Word Count: 213

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:27 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

Together, they poured over scrolls recounting the tragedies of ancient wizards who had tampered with life and death, each story a grim reminder of the cost such pursuits demanded and a roadmap of what not to do. By candlelight, they read of souls sundered and stitched back together. The tales were woven in languages nearly lost to time, yet as Tsukishima deciphered their faded symbols, he found fragments of rituals older than memory itself, rituals that bound and unbound the soul, that promised either freedom or a fate worse than what he could ever possibly imagine.

After what felt like an eternity, they found it, a tome unlike any other. Worn thin with age, its cover was etched with faded symbols, barely discernible in the dim candlelight. The yellowed crumbling pages, brittle and infused with a dark magic, seemed to exude a faint, pulsating energy, as though the book itself breathed. Tsukishima’s skeletal fingers traced the delicate lines of text as he and Lucian leaned closer, captivated by the details of an ancient blood ritual that seemed to hold the key to Tsukishima’s release.

Word Count: 184

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:29 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

“It requires the heart of a High Vampire,” Tsukishima murmured, his voice edged with anticipation, his hollow eyes narrowing as he absorbed the weight of the words. High Vampires were a rare breed of vampire, ones whose bloodlines were pure. A lineage deep, ancient, and unbroken. While finding a High Vampire alone would be a difficult task, it pales in comparison to the other. “The blood of an ancient vampire…” Lucian’s gaze sharpened as he considered the enormity of the task. “There are few left who meet that description. Most of the ancients have been hunted to extinction or vanished from sight centuries ago. They’ve become myths, even among our kind.” His eyes glinted with ambition as he continued, “But if you could find one, combined with the heart of a High Vampire, it would be a source of unparalleled power; capable of fueling a ritual that could sever you from undeath itself.”

But as they turned the page, the requirements grew yet more complex. Beneath the details of the heart lay another crucial element, one that stopped both in their tracks. “The essence of a magical creature,” Tsukishima read aloud, his voice hushed.

Word Count: 194

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:34 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

"Not merely any creature,” Lucian murmured, eyes narrowing as he read. “One of pure lineage, a creature untainted by the mortal world's corruption.” He glanced at Tsukishima, his expression cautious. “An essence such as this is as rare as it is perilous to acquire. The extraction of an essence is... volatile. The slightest misstep in extracting it could unravel the ritual entirely.” Tsukishima’s gaze darkened, the weight of the ritual’s demands pressing upon him. The heart of a High Vampire, the blood of an ancient lineage, and now the essence of a magical creature, these were the final keys to the freedom he so desperately craved. To obtain them would mean crossing into the most treacherous realms of the magical world, defying powers that even he did not take lightly. Such a pursuit would draw ire from many forces, and could risk all he had achieved over centuries. Yet the reward, the chance to reclaim it, was worth every peril.

He weighed the risk one final time, his resolve hardening. Such sacrifices were necessary, if it brought him even one step closer to freedom, no price was too high. He glanced toward Lucian, who watched him with an inquisitive, steady gaze. Tsukishima sighed, his voice a low, determined murmur. Rising from his place, he moved toward the exit, his skeletal form casting a long shadow across the chamber floor before shifting to his original human disguise. “Are you coming?” he asked, a grim smile tugging at the edge of his lips. “It is time to claim what is mine.”

Word Count: 259

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:37 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

Beneath the shroud of night, Tsukishima and Lucian moved through the outskirts of Seven, slipping seamlessly into shadows that seemed to part just for them. The streets lay deserted, draped in a tense quiet broken only by the scurrying of hidden nocturnal creatures. Their path was clear, their purpose fixed on the rare lead from Ikazuchi; a tip Tsukishima couldn’t afford to ignore, even if it came from a guildmate he had little patience for.

Ikazuchi, with his sharp gaze and sharper words, had always grated on Tsukishima. Though they belonged to the same guild, camaraderie between them was nonexistent. Ikazuchi was talented, far beyond his years, but his skill was matched only by an arrogance that bordered on disdain. To Ikazuchi, if you weren’t worth his notice, you simply didn’t exist. If he had offered information on Vorador, it was not out of generosity; there was a purpose behind it, a hidden agenda waiting to unfold.

Word Count: 156

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:38 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

Ikazuchi had warned that Vorador's presence in the city was unmistakable, leaving ripples of awe and fear among those aware of his lineage. Whispers confirmed he was indeed a vampire, yet none dared challenge him; Vorador’s power was both well-known and unchallenged. For Tsukishima, though, this vampire was more than just an urban legend, he was the missing piece needed to complete his ritual, a chance for release that might never come again.

Lucian cast a sidelong glance at Tsukishima, his tone cautious. “If your guildmate’s information is right, Vorador won’t tolerate intruders. And knowing what little you’ve shared about your mutual dislike for one another, I doubt he would lose sleep if Vorador tore you apart.” Tsukishima’s lips curved into a wry smile, his voice laced with dark amusement. “I’m aware. But pride and power have a way of clouding even the sharpest minds. And even Vorador has his blind spots.”

Word Count: 152

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:38 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

They navigated the overgrown paths leading to Vorador’s castle, a towering fortress swallowed by mist and shadow. The stone walls loomed above them, covered in dark ivy and veiled by an aura of foreboding, as though even nature itself had recoiled from the vampire’s presence. Faint pulses of energy flickered around the perimeter, the telltale signs of warding spells cast to keep intruders at bay. With Tsukishima’s deft guidance, they slipped past the outer layers of magical defenses, his skill in unraveling enchantments allowing them to move undetected. At last, they found a hidden side entrance, an ancient, iron-bound door partially obscured by twisted vines, and slid into the castle’s belly.

The interior was a study in dark grandeur. Vast corridors stretched into shadows, lined with tall, ornate candelabras whose flickering flames offered only the faintest light, casting elongated shadows that seemed to cling to the walls like silent sentinels. Every detail exuded an ominous elegance: tapestries woven in shades of crimson and black, depicting scenes of conquest and ritual, and the marble floors beneath their feet, polished but cold, amplifying each quiet step as if the castle itself were listening.

Word Count: 191

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:40 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

As they ventured deeper, it wasn’t long before they sensed movement. From the dim recesses of the hallways, Vorador’s servants began to emerge, figures with pallid skin and eyes that glinted faintly in the darkness. They were ghostly, their faces expressionless and their movements mechanical, almost doll-like. These were Vorador’s vampire thralls, bound to his will and stripped of all autonomy. Their eyes tracked Lucian and Tsukishima, hollow and unblinking, as though registering their presence on a level beyond sight, bound by some primal tether to their master.

Tsukishima’s grip tightened around the hilts of his daggers, his eyes taking in each thrall as they began to close in. "Vorador’s defenses are more vigilant than expected,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. Lucian shifted, his fists flexing in readiness, his expression sharp. "They’ll raise an alarm the moment we make a wrong move.” Tsukishima’s lips curved into a thin smile as he met Lucian’s gaze. "We’ve long passed the point of discretion, wouldn’t you say?”

Word Count: 166

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:40 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

Without waiting for a response, he flicked his wrists, and his daggers flashed as he moved with calculated precision, striking with deadly efficiency. Lucian followed close, fists clenched and ready, his movements swift and practiced as he met the thralls head-on, delivering powerful, bone-jarring blows that sent them reeling. Together, they carved a path through the mindless sentries, their approach blending finesse with force.

After dispatching the last of Vorador's thralls, Tsukishima and Lucian pressed onward, determination fueling their every step. They soon came upon a set of grand doors, intricately carved with ominous symbols that seemed to writhe and pulse as if alive. The air around them thrummed with a palpable aura of menace, as though the very wood of the doors was warning them of the danger that lay beyond. With a steady breath, Tsukishima pushed the doors open, the creaking sound echoing through the silence and revealing the grand hall beyond.

Word Count: 154

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:48 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

The space opened up before them in breathtaking splendor, though it was laced with an unmistakable air of dread. Towering marble pillars rose majestically to a vaulted ceiling, which was adorned with ancient murals depicting the history of a world long lost. Tales of ancient vampire kings, forgotten empires, and blood-soaked battles fought for power and dominion. Shadows danced across the artistry, the flickering light from the candelabras casting an eerie glow that seemed to animate the figures, their expressions frozen in the throes of triumph or despair.

At the far end of the hall, seated upon an ornate throne crafted from dark wood and bone, Vorador awaited them. He was an imposing figure, his presence commanding the space as if it were an extension of his very will. His eyes glowed with a fierce crimson light, piercing through the gloom and locking onto Tsukishima and Lucian with a simmering anger barely restrained. The atmosphere grew thick with tension, as if the castle itself held its breath in anticipation of the confrontation.
“You dare to enter my domain,” Vorador growled, his voice low and menacing, echoing off the stone walls like a distant storm. “My thralls did not sate your thirst for destruction?”

Word Count: 202

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:50 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

Stepping forward, Tsukishima met Vorador’s fiery gaze with an unwavering resolve. “I seek power,” he declared, his voice steady and unyielding. “An existence beyond what I have currently, Vorador. A ritual that demands the blood of a powerful vampire. And it seems that you are… precisely what I need.” The words hung in the air, charged with both challenge and intent. Vorador’s expression shifted, his anger mingling with curiosity, and Tsukishima sensed the delicate balance of power shifting in the room. This was a game of wills, and he was ready to play for the ultimate prize.

Vorador’s lips curled into a humorless smile, revealing a hint of his fanged teeth, sharp and glinting in the dim light. “Foolish creature,” he sneered, a low, mocking sound that reverberated through the hall. “If it is immortality you seek, you’ve come to the wrong place. I am not one to part with my life so easily.” Tsukishima chuckled darkly, the sound chilling in the expansive room as he leveled the tip of his dagger at the vampire. “I didn’t come for your permission,” he retorted, his voice cool and resolute, like ice slicing through the air.

Word Count: 194

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:51 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

Vorador’s laughter rang out, rich and sinister, echoing off the marble pillars and amplifying the tension. “Then prepare yourselves,” he snarled, rising from his throne with an air of predatory grace. As he stood, his form began to shift; the shadows in the hall coalesced around him, twisting and swirling like a storm, obscuring his features and rendering him more monstrous with each passing moment. “For no one leaves this hall alive.”

A thrill coursed through Tsukishima, his essence brimming with excitement; it had been ages since he had faced a true challenge, a worthy opponent who would push him to his limits. One way or another, this would be his last challenge as a Lich. He tightened his grip on his dagger, his focus sharpening, ready to spring into action. Beside him, Lucian settled into a fighting stance, his fists raised and poised, the tension in the air crackling with the promise of violence.

Word Count: 155

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:52 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

The grand hall transformed into a battleground as Vorador let loose a guttural roar, the sound reverberating through the stone as he summoned the power of the darkness surrounding him. Shadows twisted like serpents, and tendrils of dark energy lashed out, coiling towards Tsukishima and Lucian with menacing intent. Tsukishima sprang forward, agility fueling his movements as he danced through the shadows, his daggers slicing through the air with lethal precision. Lucian followed suit, a whirlwind of fists and movement, striking with calculated ferocity as they confronted the encroaching darkness together.

The moment the confrontation erupted into chaos, the grand hall of Vorador's castle transformed into a battleground, the elegant decor shattering under the weight of their conflict. Tsukishima danced between the tendrils of darkness, his daggers flashing like silver lightning, slicing through the shadows that Vorador summoned. Each strike resonated against the stone, sending vibrations echoing through the castle, and with each clash, fragments of the ornate marble began to splinter and crack. Vorador unleashed waves of shadowy energy, the hall reverberating with his roars of fury as he conjured dark tendrils to ensnare Tsukishima. The Lich moved with fluidity, sidestepping and countering the assaults with lethal precision, his daggers carving arcs through the air. Lucian, relentless in his pursuit, engaged Vorador directly, delivering powerful blows that reverberated through the chamber, forcing the ancient vampire to momentarily redirect his attention.

Word Count: 231

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:53 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

With every punch and dagger thrust, the castle itself seemed to groan, ancient stones cracking under the strain of their ferocious struggle. Dust and debris filled the air, swirling like a storm as the ceiling above trembled, threatening to collapse under the weight of their battle. Marble pillars splintered, sending shards raining down like confetti, while tapestries depicting the history of vampire kings ignited in flames, casting flickering shadows across the walls.

Vorador was a formidable opponent, his strength fueled by centuries of power, but Tsukishima and Lucian fought with a tenacity born from ambition, curiosity, and desperation. As they pressed forward, their attacks became more frantic, the clash of steel and bone echoing through the castle as they refused to back down. Yet, Vorador’s relentless might began to overwhelm them. He countered their assaults with dark magic, flinging them back with bursts of energy that sent them crashing into the remains of the hall, leaving craters where they had stood.

Word Count: 161

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:54 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

At last, in a brutal display of power, Vorador unleashed a direct blast of shadowy energy that slammed into Lucian, knocking him out cold and sending him sprawling to the ground. Tsukishima's pace faltered at the sight, his focus momentarily shattered as throughout their time together, he had never seen Lucian dealt with in such a manner. Before he could fully react, Vorador caught the Lich off guard, his hand a blur as he reached out and seized Tsukishima by the throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground.
Tsukishima struggled, his daggers barely grazing Vorador’s arm as he fought against the iron grip. Vorador’s crimson eyes blazed with fury and triumph, his lips curling into a sinister grin. “You thought you could challenge me?” he hissed, his voice a low rumble of malevolence. “You are but a shadow of what I am, and now you will pay the price for your arrogance.”

Word Count: 152

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:54 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

As Tsukishima felt the pressure around his throat tightening, the world began to blur at the edges. He could see the remnants of the grand hall crumbling around them, and with each passing second, it felt as if his very essence was being siphoned away. Just as Vorador prepared to deliver the fatal blow, he was suddenly interrupted by a force from behind. Lucian, regaining his footing after being thrown aside earlier, surged forward with a ferocious determination. Vorador, distracted by the lethal grip he held on Tsukishima, barely had time to react before Lucian closed the distance. In a single, fluid motion, Lucian leapt up, driving his hand deep into Vorador’s chest from behind, a grotesque sound echoing through the chamber as he ripped out the vampire's heart.

Vorador’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief, the fierce crimson light dimming as he staggered back, his grip on Tsukishima slackening. The Lich dropped to the ground, gasping to regain his composure as the weight of Vorador’s power slipped away, returning what was drained from him. Lucian stood firm, heart in hand, the very essence of life and death shimmering ominously between them.

Word Count: 192

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:55 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

As Vorador fell to his knees, his expression shifting from fury to confusion and finally to horror, he gasped for breath, his body shuddering as the shadows around him began to dissipate. “You… dare…” he managed, the strength leaving his form, until at last, he collapsed to the floor, lifeless and still. The castle around them groaned, the violent battle having taken its toll, with debris falling in heavy clouds as the structure began to collapse under the weight of their conflict. Tsukishima and Lucian exchanged a glance, their breaths heavy and ragged, the remnants of the fight lingering in the air like smoke.

As the dust settled and the remnants of Vorador’s reign crumbled around them, Tsukishima and Lucian steadied themselves, exchanging a brief nod of understanding. The battle may have concluded, but their mission was far from over; they needed to scour the castle for anything that could aid in the ritual.

Word Count: 154

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:56 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

Navigating through the wreckage of the grand hall, they stepped cautiously over fallen stones and shattered candelabras. The once-majestic decor now lay in ruins, a mere shadow of its former glory, the castle's grandeur reduced to haunting echoes of its past. As they ventured deeper into the labyrinthine structure, a strange pull lingered in the air, an energy that beckoned them onward with an almost magnetic force.

After what felt like an eternity of searching, they stumbled upon a heavy wooden door, its surface adorned with intricate carvings obscured by layers of dirt and grime. Tsukishima placed a hand on the door, feeling a faint pulse of magic beneath his fingertips. “This may be it,” he said, glancing at Lucian, whose curiosity mirrored his own. With a swift push, the door creaked open, revealing a narrow staircase spiraling downward into the oppressive darkness, inviting yet foreboding. Wordlessly, the two enter, unaware of what they may find.

Word Count: 156

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:57 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

They descended into the basement, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. The flickering light from Tsukishima’s dagger illuminated the narrow passage, revealing walls lined with ancient stone, their surfaces cloaked in a shroud of moss and creeping vines. Each step echoed softly, a reminder of the long-abandoned space they were intruding upon. The staircase culminated in a small, dimly lit laboratory, a stark contrast to the opulence above.

The cramped room was cluttered, filled with dusty shelves that sagged under the weight of ancient tomes and forgotten instruments. The table at the center was a chaotic array of alchemical supplies, many scattered and disordered as if the occupant had fled in haste. Beakers and vials lay scattered across the floor, their contents pooling in murky puddles that darkened the stone. In the far corner, a series of empty cages stood, their iron bars rusted and twisted, remnants of dark experiments that had once thrived in this sanctuary.

Word Count: 162

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 10:59 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

As they approached the table, something glimmered beneath the debris, catching Tsukishima’s sharp eye. He narrowed his gaze, moving closer and brushing aside the clutter with a careful hand to reveal a small, ornate vial. Crafted from dark glass, its surface was intricately etched with arcane symbols that flickered faintly in the dim light. Inside, a viscous liquid shimmered with a deep crimson hue, pulsating as if infused with life itself. “This is it,” Tsukishima whispered, a surge of anticipation coursing through him as he recognized the ancient vampire blood contained within. “This is what we need for the ritual.” Lucian leaned in closer, his expression a mix of awe and skepticism.

“It’s hard to believe this has survived all this time. But it looks intact.” He carefully lifted the vial, inspecting it for any signs of contamination. “You should be cautious, my lord. This blood holds immense power, and we have no idea how Vorador might have harnessed it, or how it may react to you.” Tsukishima felt the weight of Lucian's warning settle heavily on him, aware that they were treading on dangerous ground. The potential to amplify their own abilities lay within this vial, but the risks were equally profound. He took a deep breath, steadying himself for the path ahead. “We must take it. It’s my best chance,” he replied, determination steeling his resolve as he prepared to confront the unknown dangers that awaited them.

Word Count: 239

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 11:00 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

The journey back to Tsukishima’s sanctum was fraught with tension, the weight of their discovery heavy on his mind. The moon hung high in the sky, its light a pale glow that did little to chase away the darkness creeping along the edges of their thoughts. The vial containing the ancient vampire blood felt like a curse and a blessing, and with each step, Tsukishima could feel the pull of destiny urging him onward. Upon arriving at the sanctum, Tsukishima wasted no time. The familiar atmosphere of his hidden chamber enveloped him, a place lined with tomes of forbidden knowledge and artifacts steeped in ancient power.

The air crackled with anticipation as he moved to his altar, carefully laying the vial among the scattered relics that would aid in the ritual. Lucian watched with a mixture of apprehension and fascination as Tsukishima began to prepare. The Lich retrieved a series of intricate candles, each one inscribed with runes and symbols, placing them in a circle around the altar. He then drew the ancient vampire blood from its vial, allowing it to flow into a chalice, the crimson liquid shimmering ominously as it caught the flickering candlelight.

Word Count: 196

**Tsukishima Higurashi** · Today at 11:01 am

Guild :

Sleeping Calamity

Jewels :

1,680,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

high vampire

Experience :

123,750

Reputation :

2,400

Class :

Adventurer

Aura :

THE MAGICIAn

Strength :

6

Speed :

6

Constitution :

37

Endurance :

6

Intelligence :

88

Mana :

910

Weapon :

black vaya’s dagger

Off-Hand :

death’s ghastly dagger

Body :

Demon King's Sacrament

Modification :

Chronometer (Permanent)

With a deep breath, Tsukishima began to chant the incantation, his voice rising and falling with a cadence that resonated through the room. "Among the night's children, a dread lord will rise. In an age of strife, when dragons return to the realm of men, darkness will mingle with light and the night and day will be as one." As he spoke the ancient words, the air thickened with magic, swirling around him as he invoked the powers of the dark ritual. Lucian could feel the energy building, a palpable force that pressed against his skin, and he instinctively took a step back.

The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, and a strange darkness began to coalesce above them. Tsukishima’s incantation reached a fever pitch, and a blood-red light began to emanate from the center of the altar, spilling outward in waves. The candles flickered violently, casting erratic shadows across the stone walls as the blood moon formed in the night sky, pulsing with raw power.

Word Count: 166

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