Chapter 459 459

Chapter 459 Chapter 459

?"Check every alley, every abandoned building, every hall. We can't afford to miss anything. Dracula must be found before the full moon rises. Move with precision, but move quickly."

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Nexus moves through the quiet corridors of the Russell family castle, his steps purposeful yet cautious. The weight of the impending danger hangs in the air, and his thoughts are consumed by the intricate web of mysteries surrounding Dracula and the ominous stone book.

As Nexus enters his room, he discovers Abby peacefully asleep, her innocent face a stark contrast to the turmoil that engulfs the city. Crystal, the vigilant guardian, keeps a watchful eye, ensuring Abby's safety even in the realm of dreams. Nexus can't help but feel a sense of responsibility for Abby's well-being, a duty he willingly carries in the face of looming threats.

He approaches Abby with a gentleness that belies the storm brewing outside. Stroking her head tenderly, Nexus silently wishes for her dreams to remain untouched by the harsh realities unfolding. In the dim light, Nexus contemplates the choices he's made and the secrets he's chosen to keep from Abby.

Outside, the city is alive with the determined footsteps of the police force, led by Tom. Nexus knows the city is on the brink of a pivotal moment, and the revelation about Dracula's involvement could have far-reaching consequences. Yet, at this moment, Nexus prioritizes Abby's tranquility.

Leaving the room, Nexus closes the door softly, the muted click echoing a poignant departure from the sanctuary of dreams. As he navigates the labyrinthine passages of the castle, his mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, torn between safeguarding Abby's innocence and unraveling the mysteries that threaten their world.

Nexus steps into the living room, his eyes carrying the weight of the revelation he is about to share. The familiar faces of Monica, Madeline, and Selina look up, the ambiance of the room momentarily disrupted by the gravity of the impending disclosure.

"I know it's difficult to believe, but Dracula is the Necromancer controlling Charlie." In a calm yet resolute voice, Nexus begins to unravel the unsettling truth.

In the midst of the unfolding drama, Nexus experiences a moment of realization, a profound understanding of the events that have transpired.

The memory of Charlie's inexplicable aggression, bypassing Tiffany and targeting Nexus directly, flickers in Nexus's mind. The necklace, once a seemingly innocuous gift from Tiffany, now emerges as a potential catalyst for the unexpected assault. Nexus contemplates the significance of the necklace, wondering if its nature or origin holds a key to the peculiar choice made by the animated corpse.

His mind races with questions, his thought echoing with uncertainty. "Why did Charlie attack me? What's the connection with the necklace?"

"Why did Charlie attack me? What's the connection with the necklace? And how did I unknowingly contribute to Dracula's plan by destroying the stone book?"

As the revelations cascade, Nexus grapples with the notion that his actions, albeit unknowingly, might have inadvertently played into Dracula's hands. The destruction of the stone book, initially perceived as a move to have total control over his flame, now reveals itself as a calculated act that has contributed to Dracula's vengeance.

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As Reaves passed through the street in his carriage on his way home, a swirl of thoughts danced in his mind. The looming question of the Necromancer's identity gnawed at his consciousness. "Could it be Dracula? or Mike?" he couldn't figure out who it could be between the two, and the uncertainty haunted him like a ghost in the shadows.

As Reaves crossed the threshold into his home, the flickering candlelight in the dining area revealed an empty space where his family should have gathered. His eyes darted anxiously, seeking the familiar faces of his wife, Rosa, and his daughter, Tiffany. The absence of their comforting presence sent a chill down his spine, and a seed of worry took root.

He summoned a nearby servant to come in, and the servant anxiously rushed in and bowed her head. He couldn't conceal the urgency in his voice. "Where are my wife and Tiffany?"

The servant was gripped with fear and shivered; her voice stammered, and she began to respond, but before the words could leave her lips, the soft descent of footsteps on the staircase caught Reaves' attention. Relief surged through him as Rosa and Tiffany emerged into view, their faces aglow with the warmth of familiarity, their presence felt like a comforting balm to his worried soul.

Attempting to conceal his momentary distress, Reaves simply nodded at the servant, dismissing her with a silent gesture.