On the tenth night, the sky began to bleed. Red rain, neither evaporating nor drying. Trees died, and birds choked in the air.
Eliora fell ill. Her body started to fade gradually. Her bones became transparent, her soul being slowly pulled away.
Edwin ran through the manor like a madman, searching for a book, a symbol, anything.
Then he found a door in the basement he hadn't seen before. It had his face carved on it... yes, his face. As if it was sculpted while he slept.
He entered.