[BONUS]
In Chaos Realm, Ren and Evie expected to hear thunder and be welcomed with the sight of lightning, gloomy dark sky, pools of blood on the ground, and intricate crystal coffin of Dracula prompt on a podium with candles scattered everywhere –– but the opposite was true.
They were surrounded by fields of flowers, bathed in sunshine, and caressed by the warm breeze all around.
Butterflies flew everywhere, and the chirping of birds was like music to their ears.
In the white gazebo made of limestones, decorated with vines and blooming flowers, lay a man with a dark cape.
His hair was long and black, shining like the finest silk.
His shoulders were shaking, and Ren and Evie couldn't help, but exchange looks when they heard wails and sobs.
Using [Probe], Ren was so sure that the man was Dracula.
"Uhm . . ." Evie hesitated. "Should we disrupt him?"
Evie felt like they'd be invading the vampire's privacy if they did.
Who said that a vampire couldn't cry and weep?
ǁ The Ink Imp ǁ
Ink Imps sometimes referred to as Inklings, are tiny fiendish creatures with a voracious appetite for written words and runes.
They also possess the ability to take over a living creature's body, controlling it and consuming its memory.
According to some folklore, Inklings are born when a wizard tells a lie.
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