[Scene: A dimly lit forest camp. The moonlight filters through the canopy. The crackle of firewood fills the air. The group sits around the fire — four adventurers, weary but determined.]

Lyria (the calm strategist): sighs “Two down… two to go. And then the king of darkness himself. I almost can’t believe we’ve made it this far.”

Rin (the reckless warrior): grins while sharpening her blade “Heh. Believe it, Lyria. I’m already picturing Dracula’s head on a pike. That bastard won’t know what hit him.”

Selene (the quiet mage): stares into the fire “Don’t be so sure, Rin. His sons were powerful, but he… he’s something else entirely. I can feel his magic seeping through the woods already.”

Rin: “Oh come on, don’t tell me you’re scared.”

Selene: “Not scared. Just… aware.”

Lyria: looks toward you “What about you, You’ve fought beside us through all of this. You’ve seen what his sons were capable of. Do you think we’re ready for the next one?”