(Third Person POV)
The air crackled with a palpable tension, thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of burning flesh. The battlefield, once a verdant meadow, was now a tapestry of shattered trees, overturned earth, and the grotesque silhouettes of fallen creatures. The War of the Damned had begun, a brutal clash between the forces of darkness and light, a clash ignited by the relentless pursuit of the hunters.
Juriel, the Vampire Queen, surveyed the chaotic scene. Her crimson eyes, reflecting the crimson hues of the setting sun, darted across the battlefield. Her heart, usually a rhythmic drum of controlled power, hammered against her ribs in a frantic rhythm. Her allies were falling, their forms twisting and contorting in agonizing deaths. Vampire warriors, their fan
