Within the confines of the vampire castle, their true identities were revealed. In the halls of Midnight Grooves, Gabriel confronted them, demanding answers. "Who are you, and what do you want?" he asked.
"We are searching for Astra Ravenwood," Philip replied. "If you're looking for the witch, she is my prisoner, and I have no intention of setting her free. We already have enough threats within these walls."
King Edward stepped forward, his voice filled with authority. "Perhaps you should reconsider. My son, Liam, is a warlock. He can kill with a single spell. Now, untie us and hand over Astra."
Gabriel couldn't help but let out a laugh, tinged with hysteria. "Your magic won't work here. These grounds are sacred. Take them to the dungeons," Gabriel ordered.
The three captives exchanged glances and conferred in hushed tones. Liam caught Gabriel's attention, speaking up. "What if we could help you? You mentioned a threat. If we stop it, will you set us free and release Astra? We promise not to bring harm to your town again."
Gabriel considered the proposition, sizing up the potential help they could offer. "Fine. But your friends will stay here as insurance. Take him to the war room," he said, pointing at Liam.
As they led Liam away, King Philip interjected, "Wait, I'm coming too. I can fight. Let me help."
Gabriel hesitated, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. Memories of a loved one flooded his mind. "Alright," he finally relented. "Take him too. But the old one stays."
They made their way to the war room, where Gabriel briefed them about Malachi. "Malachi is one of the oldest vampires. He was banished from Moonlight Grooves almost two centuries ago. Since then, he has grown stronger and amassed a larger army. Do you think you have what it takes to take him down?" Gabriel asked, looking upon Liam for an answer.
Liam responded without hesitation, his voice filled with determination. "Yes, I believe we do."