Bab 113: Elara Dracul

[Somewhere Else.]

The room was adorned in rich, deep hues that reflected the affinity for the night. Heavy, velvet curtains of blood-red cascaded from ceiling to floor, veiling the room in an air of mystique. Moonlight filtered through tall, arched windows, casting elongated shadows that danced across the polished wooden floor.

In one corner stood an ornate, antique coffin, its lid slightly ajar, hinting at the slumbering form within. Lined with plush, midnight-black velvet, the coffin invited restful repose for the nocturnal occupant. Nearby, a tall, intricately carved bookshelf holds a collection of ancient tomes and dusty volumes, chronicling someone's timeless wisdom and thirst for knowledge.