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The air grew heavier as Pyris, Alera, and Lady Nysa stepped into the inner layers of the labyrinth.

Although she hadn't been fully healed, Alera had been persistent with following Pyris deeper into the labyrinth, just beyond the outer layer to retrieve the Blood Chalice.

The oppressive presence of the Guardian was left behind, its unyielding form still stationed as a silent sentinel at the border between the first layer and the inner sanctum.

Yet, even in their relief at passing its judgment, they knew the true trial was just beginning.

Ahead of them lay an expanse cloaked in unnatural darkness. The deeper they ventured, the more palpable the tension became. The Blood Chalice was near—near in proximity, but shrouded in a veil so absolute that even Lady Nysa, with her immense experience and immortality, struggled to sense its presence although she had knowledge of where it was supposed to be!

"This way," Nysa murmured, her voice a whisper that barely disturbed the suffocating silence. Her glowing green eyes, stark against the dimness, scanned their surroundings.

The aura of the chalice was hidden, deliberately concealed by ancient wards that had withstood centuries of seekers.

Alera placed a hand against the cool stone wall beside her. "It's almost as if this place, it almost feel… alive," she said, her voice trembling.

"It is alive," Nysa corrected sharply, her tone commanding respect. "These walls have been bathed in blood and magic since the dawn of this world. The Blood Chalice thrives on it. It is no mere relic—it's a living artifact, pulsing with the essence of every vampire who has dared to seek it."

Pyris exhaled deeply, his dragon aura barely suppressed. "Then let's not waste time."

They moved cautiously, stepping into a narrow corridor that seemed to stretch endlessly. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the faint sound of their breaths and the occasional drip of unseen liquid echoing in the distance.
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The passage twisted and turned, each corner more claustrophobic than the last, until finally, they reached an archway. The entrance was carved with intricate sigils of ancient vampire lore, glowing faintly with blood-red energy.

"This is it," Nysa said, her voice reverent. She stepped forward, placing a hand against the sigils. The energy pulsed beneath her touch, and the ground trembled as if the ancient magic acknowledged her presence.

The archway parted, revealing a chamber bathed in an eerie crimson glow.

The room was cavernous, yet it felt suffocating, as if the air itself had been steeped in centuries of bloodshed. At the center of the chamber was a pedestal, and atop it rested the Blood Chalice.

It was a masterpiece of the vampiric world, carved from a translucent, blood-red stone that seemed to breathe. The chalice pulsed faintly, as if alive, radiating an aura so intoxicating that it made the air hum with raw power.

The room seemed to warp around it, bending reality to its will.

Nysa took a step forward, her green eyes locked onto the Blood Chalice. Each pulse of its aura seemed to resonate with her very being, calling to her as if it recognized her immortality.

"This… is the Blood Chalice," Alera whispered.

Pyris, standing beside her, felt his dragon instincts flare. The sheer allure of the artifact was overwhelming. Even Alera, weakened as she was, could not help but be drawn to its radiance.

As Nysa approached the pedestal, the chalice's aura intensified. The crimson light filled the chamber, washing over them like a tide of blood. The air grew thick with power, making it difficult to breathe.

Nysa hesitated for a brief moment, then extended her hand. The moment her fingers brushed against the chalice, a surge of energy exploded outward, sending a shockwave through the chamber.

The Blood Chalice's pulsing grew stronger, its blood-red glow now blinding. It was as though it recognized her, acknowledged her as worthy.

Suddenly, a familiar chime rang in Pyris' mind.

[Ding!

Host has acquired a treasure—Blood Chalice.

Options Generated:

1. Use the Blood Chalice to gain Dracula's favor.

2. Consume the Blood Chalice.

Rewards:

1: Acquire another Blood Truth—One.

2: Upgrade Blood Truth: Sovereign ---> Blood Sovereign!]

Pyris froze, his mind reeling. The system's notification was clear, but it was the implications that left him breathless.

"Blood Truths…" he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Blood Truths were the foundation of any blood element user. They were the sophisticated principles that allowed mastery over the blood element. Without a Blood Truth, no vampire, demon, or Fallen could manipulate the blood element.

But the system wasn't offering just one option. It was offering him two possibilities: to upgrade his existing Blood Truth, the Sovereign, to the near-mythical Blood Sovereign and to gain a second Blood Truth—One.

Or... Betray Dracula and consume the Blood Chalice!

The very idea was insane. No one could wield more than one Blood Truth. Even Dracula, the current of all vampires, fallens and demons held only a single Truth.

Yet here Pyris stood, faced with a choice that defied all laws of existence.

His fingers twitched as he fought to suppress the greed clawing at his mind.

Forget Dracula. Forget alliances. The allure of power was too great to ignore. Pyris wasn't conflicted—not even slightly.

A devilish smirk spread across his face. "Betray Uncle Dracula?" he muttered to himself, chuckling darkly. "Oh, that's far too tempting. But not something I can't do!"

Nysa, clutching the chalice, turned to him. Her emerald eyes, glowing with the chalice's energy, narrowed as she studied his expression.

"Pyris," Alera's voice cut through the tension. Her tone was firm, but her eyes betrayed her worry. "You've already decided, haven't you?"

Pyris didn't answer. He didn't need to. The greed in his eyes spoke volumes.

As the chalice's aura continued to fill the chamber, the tension between them grew thicker. Pyris knew the choice he would make—and he knew the path ahead would be paved with betrayal and bloodshed.

But to him, it didn't matter. For power like this? For the chance to wield not one, but two Blood Truths?

It was a price he was more than willing to pay.

Was he going to betray Dracula and go back on his word?

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