They were nothing but insects. Look at them—scattering in panic.
Emperor Kaan hovered at the pinnacle of the castle tower, his gaze fixed on the chaos unraveling below.
Every vampire on the blood-soaked ground of Asvaldur obeyed his silent command, moving like puppets with severed strings. They surged toward the Eiran vampires in a frenzied assault, blind and mindless, unaware of their own actions—yet loyal to his will.
"So this is what power feels like…"
He had tasted power before. A child prodigy, born with a crown practically etched into his bones, Kaan had always held more influence than most vampires could ever dream of. And yet, he'd never been satisfied. Not truly. Not until now.
"This is just a small taste of what will be yours," came the sultry whisper.
