Behind him, a trail of bodies marked our passage—a grim reminder of the ruthlessness necessary to survive. We moved swiftly, feet pounding against the ground as we dashed toward the line of vehicles waiting at the edge of the battlefield. A dozen sleek, black vans were parked in formation, their engines purring, ready to carry us to safety. The vampires who’d driven them were positioned around the vehicles, their stances alert, weapons ready, forming a final line of defense against the enemies who surged toward us.
As we neared the vans, the light witches moved to reinforce the protective ward, their chants lifting in harmony, voices blending into a sound that reverberated through the night. Our ward shimmered and brightened, growing thicker as it closed around us, sealing off the enemy's
