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“Are you sure about this, Alectus?” King Nazar asked. He was pacing the length of the throne room, albeit slowly as he had to lean on the walking cane once more. Alectus Wolfsbane stood before him, having told his men to clear out from the room so that he could be alone with the King.
“Indeed, your majesty,” he said. “There is no doubt about it. There was a vampire down in the catacombs at some point in the past. But whether they were the ones who took the sword or not, that much is unclear. All I know for certain is that it was an ancient vampire.”
“How can you tell?” the King asked.
“Vampires leave traces of their soul wherever they go,” he explained. “Perhaps it will be best if you think of it as a shadow of some sort. With the right technique, you can easily tell how long ago
