[After a long moment of tense silence — Elsa's disapproval clear in her eyes — the Ravelli group, still uncertain of the inheritance's true contents, finally decided against making a move.]
[Only then did you allow yourself a thin, contemptuous smile, meeting their stares one by one before striding toward the great door.]
[The moment you crossed its threshold, your surroundings changed in an instant. You found yourself in a vast, ancient hall, its towering walls covered in weathered murals — each one depicting fragments of an age-old tale.]
[In the very center stood a low stone platform, upon which rested two thick books and two small, ornate boxes.]
[You approached without hesitation, and upon closer inspection, the books were Blood Scripture — both the first and second parts, complete and whole. As for the boxes, each held a single drop of blood.]
