The night evokes certain images. For some, it may bring to mind tranquility and solitude, while for others, it may conjure fear and dread. For Brandt, too, the night was a time that could not be defined by a single meaning. It was a time when he had to sacrifice everything to endure solitude, and also a time he had to spend without even perceiving the flow of time.
However, a turning point exists. While he did end the First War of the Tyrants alone by consuming the power of an Old One, unlike other versions of Brandt, he was not simply trapped within. He wandered endlessly in a darkness where up and down were indistinguishable. At the end of his wandering, Brandt finally met the descendant of the ancient dragons who came to save him. To him, she was nothing short of a ray of light. And one must not forget the prominent noble of Rhodon who secretly helped him from behind the scenes. If it weren't for Krom, he would not have been able to live on an estate within Rhodon, carefully crafting his favorite wine.
Having been given a new lease on life, he doesn't care what he is called. A mysterious noble who suddenly appeared in Rhodon, someone who can torment people by giving them nightmares at will, a vampire who must drink blood to survive. Of course, some of these are true, and some are false. But Brandt will not answer to these rumors. There is no need. Understanding him is simple. A red night, blood-red wine, and a captivating dance. What else could describe him more clearly?
There are many names that make up Brandt, but perhaps you will never truly know him in your lifetime. But that is his very essence. If you see him as a star, he will become a star for you, and if you see him as a demon lord, he will gladly become one.
Now, it is time to dance. There is no need to be afraid. By simply taking his offered hand, you have already agreed to a dance of death, but well, won't that be a new experience? Surely, it will be a pleasant and ecstatic memory.
