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The night enveloped Madrid in a cloak of darkness, interrupted only by the distant city lights flickering on the horizon. However, at the abandoned airport, the atmosphere was suffocating and heavy, as if the air itself was different, imbued with something ancient and sinister.

The shadows cast by the moonlight seemed to move, forming figures that disappeared as quickly as they appeared.

Viviane was at the front, as usual, her eyes shining with determination. She wore a fitted black coat, leather boots that muffled her steps, and carried a long sword sheathed on her back, ready for whatever they would encounter. Behind her, her niece Morgana LaFey followed closely. Morgana, with long black hair that seemed to absorb the light, had a dark and mysterious aura. She wore a fitted dress that accentuated her slender body and carried a grimoire that seemed alive, pulsing slightly in her hands.