Beneath the shimmering canopy of Havenwood’s enchanted stars, a sacred hush lingered in the air. The Seer, her gaze solemn yet tender, turned to Anastasia. Her voice, like a gentle stream flowing over ancient stone, carried the weight of destiny:
“Anastasia, my dear… you must face your uncle now. If you do not strike him down, he will s*******r your parents. And in one month’s time, under the cruel blaze of a sunny day, he will lead the full might of Sanguival and erase Lupendralis from existence.”
Anastasia’s heart trembled within her. Her voice was soft, hesitant, burdened with fear.
“But… I’m not ready. He is the most powerful vampire alive. I still can’t control my powers—they come and go like whispers in the wind.”
Her eyes shifted to Valerian, whose silent presence gave her stren
