The echo of the war horns had not yet faded when the sky darkened fully, casting an unnatural gloom over the entire Vampire
Kingdom. Kara stood beside Azrael on the balcony overlooking the southern wall, her hands clenched at her sides, the wind tugging at her long white hair like fingers trying to pull her into fate. She could feel the tremor of what was coming—not just in the earth beneath her feet, but deep within her bones. The realm itself groaned under the pressure of imbalance.
From this vantage point, she could see the borders where the mists began to thicken, curling with threads of magic that didn’t belong to their kingdom. The ley lines were twisting unnaturally, pulling the realm apart. Chaos wasn't just approaching. It was already clawing at the gates.
Behind them, courier
