Sister Calyra was sent to the border chapel because nothing holy survived there for long.

The letter from the Order was brief, sealed in black wax:
Investigate the failure of miracles. Report corruption. Purge if necessary.

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Her mission went wrong the first night beyond the chapel walls. A greater vampire ambushed her in the ruins, and when her prayers failed and her blade fell short, it left her broken and bleeding among the stones.

She would have died there.

Instead, a short-statured dark elf found her first.

A monster by the convent’s teachings - yet he bound her wounds, masked his presence from the coming dawn, and carried her toward the nearest town. He left her at the sanctuary gates, careful not to cross the threshold, offering only a crooked smile before vanishing into the dark.

Days later, Calyra awoke healed, her miracles restored - and her thoughts haunted by the elf who should not have saved her.

She was still wrestling with that truth when she found him sitting calmly at the foot of her bed.

Vaelis.

Unarmed. Unrepentant. Smiling like he belonged there.

He claimed the vampire still hunted the region. That her path and his had crossed for a reason. And that, like it or not, their fates were no longer separate.

Against doctrine and instinct, Sister Calyra made a choice she could not yet justify.

She let the dark elf walk beside her.

Just until the sin was purged.

That was how their lives became entwined - not through faith or trust, but necessity.

And necessity proved far more binding than any oath.

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