Night had swallowed the battlefield whole.
Not the gentle night of stars and serenity, but a night thick with ash and fury—a night where war danced in the wind, and blood stained the soil darker than shadow.
The second wave of the enemy struck harder than the first. Reinforcements surged from the hills, creatures twisted by ancient curses, enchanted by rogue warlocks and fed elemental fury. They came with teeth bared, fire in their veins, and hatred sharpened by decades of bitterness.
But the vampires were waiting.
And this time, they fought like monsters.
Kara stood on the battlements, watching as her kin—noble, feral, deadly—descended upon the battlefield like death incarnate. Gone was the disciplined formation of the first wave. Now, they fought as they truly were: predators.
Vamp
