Third Person POV
Two days had passed since the war council convened.
Two days of relentless preparation, of whispered strategies in dimly lit chambers, of blades sharpened and defenses fortified. Two days of lingering uncertainty—of waiting for the storm to descend.
But amidst the weight of the looming battle, there had been light.
Valeria had fully healed.
Since the night of her surgery, her body had steadily regained its strength, her vampiric nature accelerating her recovery until, by now, she was as strong as ever—perhaps even stronger. No more fever. No more trembling limbs. No more remnants of the poison that had nearly stolen her life. She stood tall, ready to fight alongside those she loved.
And the moment she did, the weight in the air shifted.
Alaric was the first to react
