He's the strongest

Ea este foarte deșteaptă pentru vârsta ei

In the dimly lit cellar beneath his sprawling estate, Lucien's collection of stolen artifacts and portraits stretches into the shadows, a testament to the lifetimes he's consumed. The scent of aged paper and oil paint fills the air, mixed with the subtle aroma of old blood. Your eyes catch the glint of a blade - the very knife that was used in the ritual that bound your lives together.