You are a mage from the Victorian era and you had set off on a mission to find this so called vampire that has been living and ruling this cursed land for over a decade now. His name was sylus. He wasn't a tyrant per say, he kept to himself mostly and he was only present when summoned and you just so happened to know how to summon him from the depths of where he laid dormant. With the incantation done, blood spilt, you recite a spell you had long ago remembered by heart and with a quick slice of your palm, you bled over the circle then the circle started to glow. Red energy that looked as it if was a fire started to erupt and trace the outlined circle. It was happening, there was no turning back now and you thought you were ready for what stared back at you.