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The half-elf and the young aasimar exchanged a doubtful look and then shrugged and followed her direction.
Following the corridor they continued to the right where they saw sarcophagi arranged in the walls.
A little further on they noticed that along the corridor there was rubble and a sarcophagus thrown to the side, shattered while a raw tunnel had been dug inside the walls.
"Okay, another crossroads, we can proceed along the corridor or take that obvious and sinister tunnel dug by the Gods only know what," commented Merren, not at all enthusiastic.
Amity stepped forward, scanning the rubble.
"Mmm... judging by how they are arranged, it seems that whoever created this tunnel didn't want to leave this place, but enter it," the witch surmised, eliciting puzzled looks from the group.
"Mh, do you think so? Do you have any idea how long ago this tunnel may have been excavated?", asked Freya.
In response Amity looked at the rubble more carefully and then at the tunnel, the depths of the excavation marks and the deterioration.
"Mh, it seems recent... no more than a few months"
"I understand," said the paladin, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully.
"So what do we do?" Merren asked, crossing his arms.
"Let's continue I would say, if whoever it was dug this tunnel to enter this prison then they will definitely be here," Amity replied, standing up and dusting off her gloves on her explorer trousers.
"Okay then, let's move on," Merren shrugged, moving to the front of the group again and reforming the line.
Along her way, Luz approached her girlfriend, wrapping her arm around her shoulders.
"You're very smart, my beautiful archaeologist," she whispered with a proud smile that made Amity blush a little.
Walking down the corridor they reached a small spiral staircase that led them to the last room.
It was square and had sarcophagi, two on each side and arranged on raised surfaces while a figure could be seen in the distance, intent on... talking?.
It had its back to them and seemed to be in front of a table full of tomes and vials.
As soon as the group crossed the threshold, the figure became aware of their presence.
Turning around, the four adventurers could notice a woman with a sinisterly enchanting appearance with pale skin, a sinuous body dressed in a gray tunic with long sleeves and red edges with a bodice of the same color as well as a cape behind her.
Her long, straight hair was a deep red color, like the unnatural color of her eyes.
"Oh, we have guests, has some little mouse come to pick up a crumb?", the woman asked, the tone of her voice was calm but also totally disturbing.
Luz trembled a little.
"Jeez, you're creeping me out," she murmured.
Freya instead narrowed her eyes, gripping the halberd tightly in her hands.
"Speak clearly, are you responsible for the infestation of feral vampires!?" she asked.
The woman smiled slightly, shrugging.
"Infestation? What an ugly word, I prefer to define it... forced adoption, recovery of the poor sheep and transform them into wolves, a magnificent pack capable of taking what it wants... I freed them from their pathetic and insipid lives... and so I will do with you, I allow you to join me voluntarily or ... by force"
Merren nodded, clutching his sword.
"Damn you're crazy," he commented.
"Yeah, what you're doing is monstrous!" Amity exclaimed, horrified.
The woman snorted a light laugh.
"Of course it is, little girl... I'm a vampire after all," she said, then narrowed her eyes and clapped her hands.
Suddenly the ground shook, alarming the four as bones in the corners of the room moved on their own, coming to life.
Under their surprised gazes, two bone giants stood at the sides of the room, ready to fight.
The vampire sneered, sending crimson electric shocks from her body.
A scarlet bolt of lightning was shot towards them.
Amity and Freya with quick reflexes dodged the spell, protected by the paladin's aura and suffering some light burns.
Merren and Luz were less fortunate as they were hit directly, screaming in pain and panting but not suffering incredibly greater damage due to Freya's protective aura.
The giants instead pounced on them, trampling their bony feet on the ground and generating a concussive wave that overwhelmed them.
Merren groaned, taking the full blow while Luz dodged with reasonable agility and remained practically unharmed, on the other hand Freya and Amity managed to cushion the blow with reasonable effort.
The human witch approached her tome and tearing a sheet of paper, placed it on the tip of her arrow, inscribing a glyph of blinding light which she proceeded to hurl at the vampire.
She was hit squarely in the shoulder and the glyph exploded, blinding her and making her scream.
Amity aimed at the now weakened vampire and producing a magic circle created a large abominable hand from the ground and proceeded to hit the undead with a powerful fist.
The vampire gasped, feeling the unknown force hit her in the stomach and make her take a few steps back.
Merren stood up, wiping a trickle of drool from his mouth and raising his sword a melody began to be heard in that room.
"Macte Virtute!"
A vibrant aura of sound was generated by the bard, enveloping his companions and himself.
Amity and Luz felt courage and strength flow through them, raising their morale and abilities as well as Freya as this was the effect of the Inspire Courage spell, capable of strengthening the minds and bodies of those who felt the inspiring song.
The paladin aimed at the vampire and charging towards her, the blade was charged with the light of the Divine Smite.
With a leap Freya struck the undead with a slash full of divine justice and with an explosion and a thunder followed by a foul scream of pain, the vampire found herself with her entire ribcage severed and burned and was then finished off with another blow imbued with divine light that decapitated her.
Without even time to take a breath, the young aasimar turned, hitting one of her giants with the knob and shattering its leg.
The latter responded with a kick to the abdomen of the paladin who gasped at the impact, moaning in pain.
The other giant instead tried to hit Amity but she was quicker and promptly dodged.
Luz showed a rather angry look, infusing another glyph of light into an arrow and aiming at the skeleton she fired a shot.
"Stay away from my girlfriend!" she exclaimed, exploding the glyph of light that bathed the skeleton in holy white flames.
Amity instead clenched her fist, directing the abomination's hand towards the skeleton and extending her arm she launched another heavy punch that shattered the ribcage of the giant and then followed the attack with a flame that incinerated part of the bones.
Merren flanked the witch, marking the colossus with Hex and proceeding to strike with Eldritch Blast and a sword slash, breaking more bones of the colossus which began to show signs of failure.
Freya on the other hand showed herself to be much more tenacious as she devastated the colossus with two smite-soaked blows, causing it to explode into thousands of shattered bones and then finished off the remaining colossus with a blow of the pommel to the skull, causing it to fall on itself.
Time passed a few moments, giving the four of them a brief moment of breathing which then erupted into an exultation from Luz who hugged Amity, the latter also smiled albeit with a slight moan of pain.
"Oh, hey, are you okay?" Luz asked, worried.
"Yeah... I'm just a little sore," Amity said with a slight smile.
"Don't worry, I'll fix you," Merren said, taking a deep breath and using Healing Word, casting it as a third circle spell.
A wave of green energy enveloped the witch and she felt most of her wounds and burns being healed.
"Oh, that was quick... you're almost as good a healer as my sister Emira," she commented with a smile.
"Thank you for the compliment," Merren smiled and then felt a hand on his back and turning his gaze he saw Freya using a healing touch.
"Oh, very kind," he said, getting a nod and a smile from the paladin who walked over to Luz to do the same.
Finally they approached the counter, the vampire's corpse still fresh.
"Oof, she ended up really bad," Luz exclaimed, somewhat disgusted.
"I could have made her worse," Freya murmured, looking into the desk for any answer.
In a drawer she found some paperwork and a casket while Merren eyed what the vampire's remains had.
"Found anything?" asked Amity, coming alongside the paladin.
"Yes... and it's worrying," said the young aasimar, reading one of her letters.
"How worrying?" Luz asked, a serious look on her face.
"This vampire, Juniper, was creating feral vampires for some kind of ritual... they don't specify it in detail, but what it says here is... it's very serious," she revealed, making the rest of the group quite worried.
"We need to get back to Pearlpoint, in the foundations of that city there is a whole gathering of vampire spawn and it seems that they are meeting for this supposed ritual," she added.
"Oh... this is getting interesting," Merren commented, crossing his arms.
The group took what they could from the vampire's hideout and then left.
Without their knowledge, however, someone had witnessed the entire clash, his face obscured by the crystal ball had eyed the group and analyzed their abilities.
With a sigh he got up from the leather armchair and left the room, walking through the vast and dark halls of the sinister castle with walls obscured by fog.
Coming out, his face was greeted by the icy night wind while the mountain air further refreshed his gray and icy skin.
Running a hand through the long black hair that framed his elven face, the figure moved at a moderate pace in his eye-catching black and silver tunic with bat-wing shoulder pads as he walked towards a nearby chapel.
Opening the doors they creaked with an ominous noise as the crimson eyes scanned the vast room where a circular basin decorated with an enormous stone statue depicting a monstrous bat gushed out a waterfall of crimson liquid, fresh blood.
The elf knelt, watching the figure in the tub bathe in the scarlet liquid.
"My lord, I bring bad news," he said calmly.
"Mh, speak Balthazar" began the figure, a man.
"Adventurers have just killed Juniper and are planning to reach Pearlpoint and the gathering, they want to interfere with the ritual"
The man let out a soft sigh, leaving the bloodbath and getting out of the tub.
The blood was absorbed into his entire body, revealing pale skin, a muscular physique, and a wild, snow-pale mane as scarlet eyes stared at the elf.
Blood-colored plate armor appeared on his torso as well as black trousers and greaves while a prized longsword materialized at his side.
"How strong are these adventurers?" he asked.
"I would say they are quite professionals, a paladin, a bard who is also in possession of warlock spells, a sorceress and a kind of arcane archer," the elf replied and then looked up.
"I would suggest dealing with them as soon as possible"
The man flashed a smile, revealing sharp vampire fangs.
"Why ? We could use this to our advantage," he said, patting the elf on the shoulder and then heading towards the doors.
"And how my lord?" asked the elf, perplexed.
Another sigh rose from the vampire's lips.
"Let them be heroes, let's not lose sight of them and when the moment is right we will strike them at their weakest point," he said, throwing open the doors and basking for a moment in the light of the Blood Moon.
He breathed in the night air as the moon reflected in his eyes.
"This Blood Moon is going to prove quite interesting," he said as a cold smile spread across his face.