Lily stood in the coven's mortuary, the Moonlit Crystal cradled in her hands. Its gentle glow cast an ethereal radiance around her, illuminating the intricate symbols etched into the chamber's walls. The air was pregnant with anticipation as the coven members, including Lucian, gathered in hushed anticipation.
Before her lay the still forms of Camilla and Samantha, their features peaceful in repose. Both vampires had met untimely fates.
Lily's connection with the crystal had grown stronger since the night she had received it, a fusion of power and purpose. She knew that she didn't need elaborate incantations; the crystal responded to her will, an extension of her intentions.
With a focused breath, Lily allowed the crystal's energy to flow through her. She closed her eyes, feeling the co
