My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

Alice stood at the center of a vast hall illuminated by floating magical lights, their glow mirroring the tension in the air. Her presence was magnetic, exuding authority and determination. The black mantle embroidered with ancient runes billowed around her figure as she addressed the gathered circle of witches. Her voice was firm and clear, resounding through the space like a battle bell.

"The Kingdom is under threat," Alice declared, her eyes glowing with an intensity that made the shadows around her seem alive. "We cannot wait for others to protect us. As of this moment, Total Alert is activated. Every witch must be prepared to defend our lands and our lives."

A murmur of agreement swept through the hall as the witches exchanged determined glances. Alice raised her hand, demanding silence once more.

"We will divide," she continued, her tone unyielding. "The first group will remain here, defending the Kingdom's borders. You will be our last line of defense. Any intruder daring to breach our gates will face the full force of our magic."

She turned to the second section of the group, her expression softening briefly before hardening again with the gravity of her next command. "The second group will leave immediately for Albion. Dante's Kingdom will be the battleground. You will defend his lands as if they were our own. There is no room for error."

The witches nodded, some beginning to form smaller circles as they traced teleportation runes on the ground. Others prepared their magical weapons and grimoires, while Alice continued to coordinate the preparations with military precision.

The witches who would remain began to disperse, taking up strategic positions at the Kingdom's defensive points. Watchtowers were reinforced with pulsating magical barriers, and the borderlines glowed with runes that would activate at the presence of any enemy. The air seemed to vibrate with concentrated magic, making it impossible for anyone to approach unnoticed.

A younger witch hesitated for a moment, her voice trembling as she addressed Alice. "Do you really think they'll try to attack us here?"

Alice placed a firm hand on the girl's shoulder, her expression soft but resolute. "Never underestimate the enemy, but don't underestimate the strength we possess either. This Kingdom is protected by generations of magic and sacrifice. If they come, they will face resistance like never before."

The young witch nodded, regaining her determination as Alice gave her an encouraging smile before returning to the preparations.

Meanwhile, the group bound for Albion gathered in an intricate magical transport circle, ready to cross the distance between the two Kingdoms in an instant. Alice approached them, her posture tall and commanding.

"You are not just going to protect Albion," she said. "You are going to protect the world. Someone who fought to maintain balance in our world. Remember that when you are in battle. Albion's strength is directly tied to our survival. We cannot fail."

The witches nodded, their expressions serious as they channeled their magic into the circle. In an instant, a burst of light enveloped the group, and they disappeared, leaving behind a faint trace of energy in the air.

As both groups prepared to face unknown threats, Alice stood alone in the hall for a moment, her thoughts weighed down by the immense responsibility she bore. Total Alert was a measure rarely used, a signal that the threat they faced was truly catastrophic.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Alice closed her eyes for a moment, murmuring a protection spell for both fronts of the battle. Her voice was a whisper laced with worry and determination. "Dante," she murmured, almost inaudibly, "I hope this will be enough."

But why such an effort? Why mobilize the witches' forces when Dante was no longer there to lead or defend? The answer was as clear as crystal, yet dark in its implications.

Mary Rose, the imminent threat, had two objectives that could not be ignored.

The first was obvious: the Celestial Virtues, women of incalculable power who, if captured, could tip the balance of the world. But the second objective was even more alarming — the Hell Gate, open and pulsating in the heart of Dante's Kingdom. A portal as dangerous as it was tempting, connected directly to the abyssal depths.

And a third shadow loomed over all: Fey, the World Tree, whose essence was the primordial source of balance and life itself.

If Mary Rose were to access even a fraction of such powers, the chaos she could unleash would surpass any scenario that Alice or Dante had ever predicted. Her plans were not just a threat to the Kingdoms; they were a threat to the very fabric of existence itself.

Alice opened her eyes, her determination renewed. "We cannot let her touch any of this, not until he returns," she murmured to herself, preparing for the challenges ahead. The battle was not just for Dante or Albion. It was for the survival of everything they knew.

...

Dante finally arrived at what seemed to be the deepest abyss of the Limbo. The air around him was heavy, almost oppressive, as if the very environment was trying to crush him. The darkness was not just the absence of light; it was a living, suffocating presence that coiled around him like invisible serpents.

The landscape was desolate, made up of jagged rocks and lakes of a black substance that seemed denser than time itself. Sporadic lightning struck the eternally overcast sky, briefly illuminating an expanse that seemed endless. In the distance, muffled screams echoed, but there was no clear sign of life or movement.

Dante walked slowly, each step resonating like a funeral drum in the oppressive silence. The weight of his previous journeys began to manifest on his shoulders, but he showed no sign of weakness. His sword swung lightly at his side, glowing with a faint energy that seemed to repel some of the darkness around him.

"So, this is the bottom of Limbo," he murmured, his voice hoarse, breaking the silence. He looked around, searching for any sign of his next challenge. "I must say, I expected more... spectacle." Continue your adventure at empire

However, Limbo seemed to feed on his words. A cold breeze suddenly swept through the air, carrying with it the sound of distant, low laughter. It wasn't human laughter; there was something deeply unsettling about it, as if multiple voices were whispering simultaneously, each telling a tale of terror and despair.

"Ah, of course. Wouldn't be Limbo without some kind of sinister welcome," Dante said with a cynical smile, tightening his grip around his sword.

Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet began to tremble. The jagged rocks around him began to crack, creating fissures that emitted a pale, supernatural light. Dante instinctively stepped back, assuming a defensive stance. From the center of the largest fissure, a figure began to emerge.

It was a grotesque creature, colossal, made of shadows and fragments of indistinct bodies that seemed to writhe in agony. Its form was impossible to fully define, constantly changing, but two things were clear: its eyes glowed like black stars, empty and hungry, and its presence exuded an aura of overwhelming despair.

"Welcome to the abyss," the creature spoke, its voice a chorus of lamentations. "You are the first living being to come this far in countless ages."

"And I suppose you are the guardian of this place?" Dante responded, his tone indifferent, though his muscles were tense and ready for battle.

"Guardian?" The creature laughed, a sound that made the ground shake. "I am Limbo, the final manifestation of oblivion and doubt. Those who come here are consumed, not by me, but by themselves."

Dante raised his sword, pointing it at the creature. "Then perhaps you've found someone who doesn't consume so easily."

The entity hesitated for a moment, as if studying Dante. "Your arrogance is familiar, but futile. You cannot kill me, Dante. I am eternal, beyond mortal or demonic comprehension."

Dante smiled, but it was not a friendly smile. "Perhaps. But I've seen things that are said to be eternal fall before. You'll just be another name on the list."

With a swift motion, he lunged, his sword cutting through the air toward the creature. Dante's blade shimmered with crimson energy as it sliced through the air, aiming for the entity. The impact seemed inevitable, but at the last instant, the creature dissolved into a whirlwind of shadows, evading the mortal blow. The ground where the sword should have struck exploded into fragments, but the creature had already reappeared several meters away, its form still fluid and impossible to define.

"You're fast," Dante admitted, raising his sword again, not losing his composure. "But everything that escapes once can be caught again."

The entity laughed, and the sound reverberated through the abyss like a wave of lamentations. "I don't need to be fast. This is my domain. Here, I am everything. And you... you're just a spark trying to survive the darkness."

Before Dante could respond, the ground began to twist as if it were alive. The fissures around him widened, and shadowy tendrils emerged, each moving with deadly precision toward him. Dante reacted instantly, swinging his sword in a wide arc, cutting through two tendrils before they could reach him. However, four more appeared from different directions, forcing him to retreat.

With an acrobatic leap, Dante avoided being caught by the tendrils and landed on an elevated rocky formation. He extended his free hand, and a demonic circle glowed beneath him as he summoned an explosion of dark energy. The shockwave momentarily dispersed the tendrils, but the entity quickly reformed, now larger and more threatening.

"You still don't understand, do you?" The creature's voice echoed from all sides. "I am not something you can destroy with your brute strength. I am the void. I am Limbo."

Dante narrowed his eyes, analyzing his opponent while maintaining his elevated position. "Void, huh? Then maybe it's time to fill you with something you can't contain."

With those words, Dante raised his sword above his head. The air around him began to vibrate, and a dense, menacing energy began to concentrate in the blade. He murmured an incantation in an ancient tongue, and the sword started to glow intensely, as if it were absorbing the very essence of Limbo around him.

The entity seemed to hesitate, its form writhing as if it sensed the threat. "What are you doing, Dante?" Its voice echoed, now with a tone of concern. "You don't understand what you're toying with..."

Dante smiled, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "Oh, I understand perfectly. I'm playing with fire. And you? You're going to burn."