The Bone-Trees of Ealdwic

TACTICAL REPORT: SECTOR E-3 (EALDWIC)

SUBJECT: RITUAL SPARAGMOS DETECTED

[Transcription of a radio-log from a Templar Knight. Traces of silver-dust on the microphone.]

The patrol was routine until we hit the park near the Ballroom. The "Buzzing" was so loud it made my nose bleed. The trees... they aren't wood anymore. They’re bone. Polished, human femur-wood. Vlad Dracula's legacy isn't just a history of blood; it’s a "resurrected threat" that’s turning London into a forest of the dead. The "Ealdwic Protocol" is failing because the "Mundane" can’t handle this much symbolism.

"Ritual is a drama that creates reality. If the drama is horror, the world becomes a tomb."

I found a "Chosen" agent from the Draculesti clan. He was trying to "galvanize his resolve" by carving crosses into his own forearms. The "Anima" here is septic, tasting like copper and old rain. We aren't just hunting vampires; we’re fighting a "Story Alchemy" that’s been brewing since the Crusades. The "Age is ending," and the lion's roar sounds like a whimper in this fog.

• Sanctified iron is melting on contact with the trees.
• Avoid the "Shadow Self" in the pond reflection.
• The smell of ozone is a precursor to a "Black Signal" breach.

*Timestamp: 04:12 GMT // Location: London Park // Agent: [MIA]*