Publisher's Synopsis
1455 Transylvania countryside It's pitch black, all that can be seen in the mirk is a few tree trunks, covered with white lichen. Next to the trees, a large boulder is grey-black. A deep black hue contrasted to the surroundings. It's an immense, immovable and almost like a monument. When we step forward, we see it in the middle of an open forest space. Dead wood lies broken and cut. This frames the massive imposing rock and the stumps eventually left bare. When we step forward, we can see a dark, claret-like material dripping down Romanian rock. The bright crimson liquid twinkles amidst the black nothingness around it. Slung on bloody rock, fighting, Vlad the Impaler. His bear skin coat was torn open with blood being pumped out by his ignorant heart. He was unaware of his chest 's huge gash. We see his face, dirty, blood-stained, spitting more blood. It drools his throat. Rakys is holding a bloodied knife, standing in darkness. He stared down at Vlad.
