The chronicle of Nitra's history whispers in the darkness about the times when the Turkish-Ottoman invasions threatened to engulf the whole town.

In the midst of the chaos of war, it was not nobles or clerics who stood as guardians, but a figure shrouded in darkness: the Corgoň, a vampire of the Brujah clan with immense strength and determination.

When the armies of Banu Haqim besieged Nitra, the castle stood firm against their onslaught. The river acted as a natural barrier while the city's defences withstood the relentless attacks of the invaders. But when the streets were engulfed in flames and panic gripped the population, it was the Corgoň who stepped out of the shadows to face the threat.

Once a humble blacksmith, Corgoň now wielded his supernatural power with a ferocity born of centuries of existence. With the castle walls as his fortress and the night as his cloak, he unleashed a torrent of fury upon the forces of Banu Haqim that attempted to breach the city's defences.

Corgoň's blows bore the weight of centuries of indignation as he parried the invaders with ease. When the besiegers attempted to breach the walls, they met not the steel of the knights, but the unbreakable strength of the vampire Brujah, driven by righteous anger.

As the night lengthened, Corgon's defiance reached its zenith. With a roar that echoed through the darkness, he unleashed all his might upon his attackers, hurling everything he could get his hands on over the walls in a frenzy of destruction.

The Banu Haqim, taken aback by the ferocity of their enemy, grew slack in their attack. They realised that Nitra was too well defended to be conquered, and under cover of night they withdrew, seeking easier prey elsewhere.

After the siege, a statue was erected in honour of Corgon, the vampire Brujah, whose strength and determination saved the city from certain doom. His legend was to endure for centuries as a testament to the indomitable spirit of Nitra and the watchfulness of those who dwell in the shadows.

When dawn broke over Nitra, Corgoň disappeared into the shadows once more, leaving behind only a whisper. His heroism was immortalised in a statue that stood between the seminary and the canon's house. Some dismissed it as a coincidence, others whispered of deeper connections. The statue served as a reminder of the delicate balance between light and dark in Nitra's history. It guarded the city with eyes that seemed to watch time itself. Though his legend may have faded, his deeds remain etched in stone.