The Capital City of Broica was simply called ‘the Capital’ by most, but its official name was Nerea. Broica itself was located to the southeast of Austria, where the region of Styria laid. It did not span its entirety, but simply half of it —the side that bordered Slovenia. And at its very heart along the ley lines existed the city of Nerea, along the shores of the River Mur. It was a humble city with not many landmarks, yet its airports are known to be full at most times for reasons unknown. Said reason, of course, is not unknown to the denizens of the Undercity, the New York of the Children of the Night. If there existed a mythical creature, then one of it was in the Undercity. That was a universal rule of thumb.
The Undercity was the exact opposite of Nerea, full of buildings that would make most mortals think whether or not they were in heaven. The fake skies were generated by the illusions of some of the denizens, and a sense of perpetual night was given with the countless stars hanging in the sky along with a moon, meticulously kept up in its full glory much like a mirror of the moon outside, but far larger and more beautiful. It didn’t look like an underground city.
The Children of the Night knew of the entrance, and the method with which to enter it intimately and almost subconsciously —under every bridge in Nerea was a Troll Gatekeeper, tasked with opening the entrance to any that may wish to enter it and to bar any that should not be allowed within. How exactly the city was built, no one knew, but it was almost two miles under the ground, only accessible through either the canals of the river that flowed into the city through a waterfall by swimming upward or through the entrances that the trolls created with their control over the Earth.
It was often full, but today, it was nearly empty. Not that the Rulers would notice, living in their own castles. But they very well knew what had caused the disappearances. The Calibration Stage had taken mere moments. The System had assumed that mighty creatures like them would even be phased by a hundred goblins, a dozen giants, or a few hundred overgrown snakes? Simply put, it wasn’t even worth a moment of their time.
Clara used the Skill she had gotten very recently and looked at her ‘mother’, as she asked to be called —the Vampire Ruler, their Empress, Carmilla II. Her skin was as pale as snow and hair as black as the night with piercing blue eyes that could pierce holes in walls. Her beauty was astounding, and it was a well-known fact that even fairies who use a Charm Glamour failed to even compare to her. Her voice was smooth, but stern, demanding obedience. And her majestic, black dress with frills screamed out nobility, not to mention the silver crown resting upon her head. And behind her, Clara stood.
Skill ‘Appraisal’ has been activated!
Name: Carmilla II
Class: Blood Monarch Lvl 1
Title(s): Vampire Empress, Ruler, Wolfsbane, Record Breaker, Sorceress of the Elements, Dragon Slayer