"What the heck are these? Are they corpses?" Victoria, Damian's aunt asked, staring at the dozens of casket-like metal chambers lining the hall.
Each chamber had a top panel made of transparent blue glass, though calling it glass felt wrong.
The material was clearly something far more advanced, faintly glowing with an unnatural sheen.
There were at least two dozen of them, arranged in neat rows.
Every chamber contained a corpse.
The bodies inside were humanoid, yet unnaturally tall.
Beyond that, it was difficult to discern any defining features.
Their flesh appeared completely drained of blood, dried and shriveled, and their skin was deathly pale, almost vampiric in appearance.
Yet Damian's vampire wives immediately knew something was wrong.
They were certain these were not vampires.
A dead vampire would never leave behind a corpse.
