The night sky pulsed with an unnatural energy, thick with tension as the forces across the realm prepared for what was to come. The Fulcrum had risen in full strength, and though Seraphina’s sacrifice had bought them time, one year was little more than a fleeting moment in the grand scale of war.
Within the Vampire Kingdom’s grand war chamber, rulers, warriors, and strategists from every faction had gathered. The great hall, once a place of dark elegance and whispered plots, was now the beating heart of the resistance. Maps were spread across a long obsidian table, their surfaces marked with glowing sigils and intricate battle lines. The air crackled with restrained energy as the most powerful beings in the realm stood side by side, for the first time bound by a common enemy.
Seraphina,
