The Human Emperor.
Draped in immaculate white and gold robes, every fold and embroidery a testament to perfection. His movements calculated, not just refined, but engineered for dominance. A crown of pure energy hovered above his head—not mere ornamentation, but a living artifact, where technology and magic coalesced into a single, undeniable statement.
His eyes—glacial blue. Cold. Piercing. The eyes of a man who had carved an empire from nothing, who had conquered, strategized, and manipulated his way to the top. Where Dracula ruled with raw power, he ruled with influence. With control.
And yet—
He knew.
He had spent a lifetime cementing humanity's dominance, yet here, within these walls, the vampires, the dragons, even the Beastfolk, still held power beyond his reach. The knowledge sat at the edges of his mind like a silent predator, but he would never speak it aloud.
Not tonight.
Tonight, he would erase that chasm.
