"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin"

The fire still smoldered in the distance, a burning mark of her work, but Seraphis had already moved on.

By the time she reached her domain—a hidden castle within the depths of a mountain cavern—the echoes of her battle with Alistair Von Croft had settled into her bones like a whisper of unfinished business.

This wasn’t over.

She strode through the darkened corridors, her cloak billowing behind her, her mind sharp with purpose. A war had begun, and war demanded preparation.

Her footsteps carried her toward the library, a vast chamber carved from stone, its towering shelves filled with centuries of accumulated knowledge.

Torches flickered along the walls, casting eerie shadows as she approached the grand wooden desk at the center.

She took a seat, pulled out a blank parchment, and dipped her quill into ink.

Then, she began to write.

Ambrose Von
A tactician. Known for his cold and calculating mind, Ambrose commanded the Von Croft forces during the Midnight Siege. A master of strategy, rumored to have never lost a battle.

Zepharion Von
A warlock among vampires. His power came not just from blood but from ancient forbidden magic. He experimented on both humans and fellow vampires, twisting them into abominations.

Magnus Von
The enforcer. Brute strength incarnate. He was responsible for the slaughter of entire villages, leaving nothing but ruin in his wake. His flesh was said to be as hard as steel.

Orpheus Von

And finally…

Salazar Grimm Von
The head of the Von Croft family. The oldest of them all. A relic of a forgotten age. His name was synonymous with terror, a vampire so ancient that he had seen the rise and fall of empires.

Seraphis’ quill hovered over the parchment as she studied the names.

These were her enemies now.

One had already fallen. Five remained.

Her fingers traced the ink, her mind weaving plans—how to hunt them, how to corner them, how to kill them.

But first, she needed to know everything.

She stood from the desk and turned to the towering marble column in the center of the library. Its surface was engraved with symbols of knowledge, each marking a category of history.

With a single press of her palm, the column responded.

The runes glowed softly, shifting as the mechanism activated.

Books slid out from hidden compartments, one by one, until a towering stack sat before her.

She ran her fingers over the spines, scanning their titles.

These were the histories of the Von Croft family.

She took a deep breath.

Then, she began to read.

The Von Croft Family: A Legacy of Blood

First recorded in the Third Age, the Von Croft lineage is among the oldest vampire bloodlines known to history.

Seraphis flipped the page.

The founder, Lord Calidus Von Croft, was one of the first to transcend mortality through the dark gift of blood. His reign marked the beginning of an empire that thrived in the shadows, pulling the strings of mortal kingdoms without ever revealing its hand.

Her fingers tightened around the page.

Through centuries of careful manipulation, the Von Croft family wove themselves into the fabric of society, infiltrating royal courts, financial institutions, and war councils. While others fought openly, they conquered in secret.

She turned another page, her eyes narrowing.

Ambrose Von was mentioned in the Seventh Age, a time of brutal conflict.

"A mind sharper than any blade, he orchestrated the downfall of three human kingdoms without lifting a sword. His tactics were unparalleled, his ability to predict his enemies’ moves almost supernatural."

Seraphis memorized the details. He would not be taken lightly.

Next, Zepharion Von.

"The Blood Alchemist. His research into the fusion of dark magic and vampirism led to the creation of creatures beyond mortal understanding. His experiments knew no moral bounds, resulting in the birth of horrors that defied reason."

Seraphis exhaled slowly. That one would be a problem.

She continued.

Magnus Von.

"The Colossus of Carnage. A warrior feared even among his own kind. His body was reinforced with layers of hardened blood magic, rendering him near indestructible. Few who faced him survived."

That would require more than just speed.

Next, Orpheus Von.

There was little written. Only one sentence.

"The dagger in the dark. No face. No records. Only death."

Seraphis’ lips pressed into a thin line. An assassin. That would be personal.

Finally, she turned to the last and most dreaded name.

Salazar Grimm Von.

His section spanned entire volumes.

But one passage stood out.

"The Immortal Tyrant. His true age is unknown. Some believe he predates the First Age. Others claim he is a remnant of a forgotten time, a creature of blood and darkness beyond mortal comprehension. None have ever challenged him and lived."

Seraphis clenched her fists.

This was the true enemy.

The one pulling the strings.

She shut the book.

Five names. Five enemies.

And she would kill them all.

Seraphis leaned back in her chair, her mind burning with knowledge.

She had what she needed.