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18TH CENTURY, LONDON


I stand on the precipice of a reckoning, confronted by the return of Osanekht, my Maker, and the Forgotten Guardian of the Afterlife. He has come to collect a debt—an ancient, unyielding debt that I cannot evade or deny. My ceaseless pursuit and hunger for his secrets and my acquisition of new powers have displeased him. He did not anticipate the worldly destruction my actions would unleash.

Osanekht's powerful presence descends upon me, and I realize that I am hopelessly outmatched. In a cruel twist of fate, I watch as he strips me of my most cherished possessions.

The Book of the Dead, my gateway to ancient knowledge and the source of my vampiric curse, is torn from my grasp, leaving me bereft of its forbidden wisdom. The ancient dagger, which had been both a gift and a curse, vanishes from my side. The Codex Obscura, my repository of arcane knowledge, is reduced to ashes slipping through my trembling fingers.

I am left feeling stripped bare, without my tools, my anchor, my research. The only weapon capable of ending Amon, or even my own immortal existence if I should choose, is now lost to me. I shroud myself in darkness, enveloped in my own despair, uncertain of the passage of time.

But amidst this despair, I cling to one simple truth: this loss only confirms that I was getting closer.

But amidst this despair, I cling to one simple truth: this loss only confirms that I was getting closer

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