(Third Person POV)
The acrid smell of blood, burnt flesh, and ozone hung heavy in the air, a suffocating blanket over the once vibrant village. Juriel, the Vampire Queen, felt the familiar, icy grip of despair tighten around her heart. This wasn't a battlefield; this was a m******e. A deliberate, brutal s*******r of her people, the vampires, and their werewolf allies, by the relentless hunters. The whispers of their merciless hunt, the guttural screams of the dying - all echoed in the cavernous space within her.
Her gaze, sharp and piercing even in the dim light of the gathering dusk, swept across the scene of c*****e. Twisted bodies, some still clutching remnants of their former lives, lay scattered like broken toys. The air throbbed with the suppressed cries of the injured, the ragged
