Several disappearances and unexplained events have been registered shorty after the commercialization of an ancient statue linked to some legends from a mysterious place called "Reich der Finsternis" in eastern Germany, there is no know route leadin...
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Anneliese's liar
Liz took a deep breath. A part of her urged her to stay with her companions and wait for the other agents. Yet, another side—one still shackled by the pull of darkness—compelled her to follow the mystical presence. Each moment tested her mental fortitude. The sweet, penetrating aroma of flowers grounded her in reality, anchoring her to the present. Slowly, she steadied her breathing and repeated to herself: she was brave, she would not falter. But with every step deeper into the morbid tunnel, the mental grip the Holzmanns held over her grew stronger.
Then, suddenly, she felt herself slipping into a trance. Without turning on her flashlight, she walked instinctively, her eyes fixed on a shadowy figure shifting within the impenetrable blackness. Her mind seemed to yield to an external force that guided her steps, stopping her as a low, distorted voice whispered in her ear.
"Welcome, Miss Sharrow," the voice murmured, sending shivers down her spine. "We knew you would come. We've been waiting for you."
The voice gradually grew more human, familiar even, until Liz recognized it. Yellow eyes glimmered briefly in the darkness, illuminating the figure of Dr. Klaus Günther. Liz instinctively stepped back, her expression hardening with unmistakable displeasure.
"You again?" she muttered, swallowing hard to maintain her composure. "Why can't you just leave me the hell alone?"
"Shhh..." another voice hushed her from behind. Against her will, Liz turned, a knot of dread tightening in her chest. Standing there was Ludwig, Mr. Holzmann's son, his usual elegant posture intact, his hands clasped behind his back.
"You are about to step into sacred ground," Ludwig said, his tone calm yet unyielding. "The least you could do is show some respect."
She hadn't expected to encounter one of the Holzmanns so soon. It was ironic how their figures seemed to stand out so starkly in the absolute darkness.
"Respect?" Liz shot back, her eyes narrowing as she slammed a fist against the cold concrete wall. "Take your 'respect' and shove it!"
In an instant, Ludwig vanished from her sight. But he hadn't disappeared—he had simply moved to stand beside Dr. Günther. The two men now faced her with a collected, unshaken demeanor.
"This place has been ours for generations," Ludwig began, his voice eerily calm yet laced with menace. "Here, our power reigns supreme over all who dare trespass. A power we intend to expand beyond the limits set by our great queen, Anneliese Holzmann... This is her legacy."
His serene expression, the precision in his words, and his unsettling poise were all too characteristic of him. But his talk of extending their dominion sent a chill through her.
"With Dr. Günther's cooperation," Ludwig continued, taking measured steps forward, "we have unraveled the mysteries of the power in our blood. It is this essence that allows us to transcend the boundaries of our earthly forms. We will not only instill fear in those who oppose us but offer a better existence to those who embrace our gift."
