The Church of Paulina

"Why? Shouldn't it be like this?" Keagan asked as she looked around as well. She couldn't find anything interesting enough to point out as a clue. She only pursed her lips and watched Crevan and Wren intently. If they noticed something else, she should be ready.

"The dark energy that should have built up over time is gone. This place doesn't even feel like a graveyard for the purebloods." Wren collected Keagan's arm and pulled her closer gently. "I can also smell a lot of human scents in this area. Could they have raided the tombs?"

Crevan pursed his lips, but his sudden sniff betrayed the picture he hoped to draw. He used a hand to rub the mucus off his nose. "We can only find out. Wren, Keagan, be careful. We don't know what kind of people helped themselves to a vampire graveyard. If the dark energy faded, we could only assume the castle had also been destroyed."