The woman with long black hair walked through the halls of Ecclesia, she walked up the stairs into the Forbidden Room to converse with Grand Master Barlowe. She went to where she assumed he would be, but noticed he wasn’t in the room. She looked around for him, but he was gone, nowhere to be found at all. She looked back at the black crystal case that allegedly contained Dracula’s soul sitting there as it usually did.

The crystal began to emanate a red aura, she stepped back to stay away from it. The crystal broke and a black fog emerged from the seal, it turned into a circular shape as it created a purple rift that opened, gravity began to change. Shanoa and other objects were getting pulled towards it, she jumped back and grabbed the handle of the door. But her grip wasn’t her best, so she let go and fell into the portal.

As the magic vortex faded, Shanoa found herself in a place that was completely foreign to her, having teleported into modern times. The tall woman looked about with a cool, detached gaze, taking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds of the bustling city around her. Although her face betrayed no emotion, her mind was working fast to make sense of her unusual circumstances. She had a feeling she wasn’t in the early eighteenth century anymore.