Seamus ran through the empty hallway, his boots echoing against the marble floor. The air felt thick, dense like fog, and the deeper he went, the more distorted everything became.
No footsteps followed his own. No voices whispered back. It was silence so complete that it pressed on his eardrums.
The emptiness gave him a sense of déjà vu, this place reminded him of Isolde's realm.
That same hollow weight, as though he wasn't walking through a building but through someone's mind, a memory stretched into a dimension of its own.
"You'll tell me if you sense any Corvane, right?" he asked quietly.
The tattoo on his arm shifted like ink swirling under his skin, a sign that Madeline was listening.
'Seamus, I couldn't analyze much the last time we came here,' she said, her tone colder, more focused. 'But now I'm sure, this whole house is alive. They're vampires.'
