The quiet stillness of the Obsidian mansion was shattered as three figures moved with lethal precision through the shadows. These were no ordinary assassins—they were Rank 18 vampires, their power palpable, rippling through the air like a storm ready to unleash its fury.
Cloaked in darkness, their movements were as fluid as shadows, silent but deadly.
At the head of this trio was their leader, a Rank 19 vampire, his aura radiating a suffocating weight that seemed to distort the very air around him. His eyes glowed with an unnatural red light, the power of his element swirling menacingly in the space between them and their target: Emberly Obsidian.
Inside her private study, Emberly felt the shift in the air, her instincts flaring instantly.
She paused, her eyes narrowing as she glanced toward the faint shimmer of magic around the room—the wards she'd carefully woven into every corner of her estate. They flickered as if in warning, detecting the deadly presence that approached.
