{Thompson Submachine Gun
A Sword
A handheld octagon
A paper}
Vikram picks up the sword, rolls up his coat sleeve, and deliberately makes a slight cut on his arm with the sword.
The blood drips onto the paper, after two or three drops fall, the wound heals.
Words formed in blood on the paper. Vikram said to the queen, "The names of my children."
Vikram slipped the octagon into his coat pocket, picked up the submachine gun, and just as he was about to reach for the sword, he stopped.
"Tsarina, you are a good queen. You only think about your people—how to make them immortal, and how to sustain that immortality. But Tsarina, you must understand, those who are immortal do not need anyone to worry for them.
The only reason you are all alive today is because of my father. My father protected you, and so it became my responsibility to do the same.
The Visceral is about to be lifted."
The queen began to panic intensely, her body breaking out in a cold sweat.
She began to weep,
A raw, guttural scream ripped from the Queen's throat,
"Do something, Verus! Do something! Save us, Verus!"
{She is screaming loudly and crying.}
Vikram says, "He is a little innocent, a little naive, so he can never betray anyone. I have given him the Black Blood, which is undefeatable in this world."
{The queen struggled to rise from her throne, but her chains held her fast, preventing her from standing.}
"And take care of my boys."
"Verus, do something! Verus, you have to do something!"
"Tsarina", he suddenly shouts very loudly.
"The time has come. You will have to do something yourself now. You only have a few hours left."
{Vikram picks up the sword, and he transforms into a black blood form.}
Vikram emerges.
He is now standing on the deck of the palace.