Liviana, a vampire scion raised amidst the opulence and stringent discipline befitting the daughter of a vampire coven leader, stood proudly in her exquisite crimson leather armor. The armor, meticulously crafted from tough basilisk skin, hugged her lithe figure, accentuating her graceful yet formidable presence. Every inch of the armor spoke of both elegance and deadly efficiency, evidence of the skill and craftsmanship that had gone into its creation.
Liviana’s long red hair cascaded like flickering flames, a vibrant mane that danced with every movement, adding a stark contrast to her light skin and a touch of mesmerizing allure to her commanding presence. The fiery strands framed a pale face that exuded both beauty and an unmistakable air of vampiric authority. Her eyes, like twin embers of intense flame, burned with fierce determination and deep strength and cunning.
Adorning her neck was a silver pendant delicately crafted to house a crystal containing a small pool of blood. The crystal captured the essence of her lineage within its shimmering depths. It served as a symbol of her connection to her ancient vampiric heritage and her loyalty to the bloodline she represented.
Upon her brow rested a golden circlet adorned with glistening rubies, a crown befitting a noble scion. The circlet sparkled with a simple beauty, catching the light and casting a radiant glow upon her regal countenance. It was a symbol of her status and authority, a tangible reminder of her noble lineage and the power that she wielded in the dark obelisk coven.
Two sleek and deadly short swords were strapped securely to her back, their polished blades glinting ominously in the dim light. These weapons, finely crafted and deadly, were an extension of her formidable prowess in combat. Lastly, a wickedly sharp knife rested on her thigh.
In her elegant and imposing attire, Liviana embodied the duality of beauty and danger, grace and lethality. Her appearance was proof of the luxury she had been raised in and the brutal discipline expected of her as the daughter of an ancient vampire coven leader. Every detail, from her attire to her weapons, spoke of her prowess and the formidable adversary she would prove to be in the upcoming confrontation.
With an instinctual awareness, the noble vampire scion could sense the presence of her prey lingering amidst the crumbling ruins. The vampire spawn that surrounded her emitted low, guttural growls and restless snorts, their predatory instincts heightening as they anticipated the hunt. Their eyes glowed with a bottomless hunger, their feral nature evident in their movements and demeanor.
Though their creation had not been ideal, born from the limitations of her own level, she knew that their potential held promise. As a level eight vampire, the spawn she had created lacked the full awareness and subservience that would come with reaching level ten. Instead, they bore the traits of wild beasts rather than refined vampires, driven more by primal instincts than strategic cunning.
But Liviana saw this impending confrontation as an opportunity for growth, both for herself and her spawn. A battle fought with their prey could bring them closer to reaching level five, a critical milestone where their former knowledge and abilities would be rekindled. She looked forward to the day when her spawn would regain their former intellect and serve her with renewed effectiveness.
The anticipation hung heavy in the air as her gaze swept over her feral brood, a mix of hope and hunger reflecting in her eyes. She knew that the coming fight would be a crucible, a test of their strength and resilience. And in that test, she believed that they would rise, growing stronger and closer to their full potential.
The regal vampire’s command rippled through her feral spawn, their instincts shifting into a ferocious frenzy. With snarls and hisses, they launched themselves forward, their claws extended and fangs bared, hungering for the taste of blood. The ruins became a battlefield, their predatory forms tearing through the debris with a savage grace.
As Liviana advanced, her crimson leather armor glistening in the dim light, her senses heightened to every detail of the surroundings. Her predatory instincts honed over years of brutal discipline allowed her to perceive the presence of the thralls lurking within the building. She knew they would be no match for her spawn's primal might.
Her gaze, sharp and penetrating, surveyed the roofline, where her perceptive eyes caught a glimpse of movement. A spectral cat lingered there, its form blending with the shadows. her fiery eyes locked onto the ethereal feline. With a mere stare, she sent a wave of terror that caused the spectral cat to blink away, disappearing from her sight.
A faint smile curled upon the regal vampire’s lips, a subtle display of confidence and anticipation. She knew that her powers and presence instilled fear in those who dared to challenge her. The encounter with the spectral cat only reinforced her belief in her own superiority. No matter how well her enemies hid, she possessed the innate ability to sniff them out and strike with deadly precision.
With her spawn wreaking havoc in the ruins, Liviana pressed forward, her graceful stride unbothered by the chaos surrounding her. She had set her sights on the champion, and nothing would deter her from claiming her prize.
Victoria's eyes narrowed with satisfaction as she witnessed the ill-fated attack of the vampire spawn. Her illusions worked flawlessly, concealing the perilous gaps in the floor and luring the creature to its own demise. The deceptive veneer had led the spawn to believe it was stepping on solid ground, only to plunge into a trap of sharp shards and jagged edges.
As the vampire spawn writhed in agony, attempting to free itself from the impaling wreckage, its futile struggles only served to worsen its condition. Each convulsive movement tore into its flesh, causing fresh wounds to bloom with crimson lifeblood. Victoria observed the futile display of violence with a cold detachment, knowing that its demise was inevitable.
Seconds stretched into an eternity as the injured spawn fought against its mortal wounds. But soon, the tremors ceased, and an eerie stillness settled upon the ruined room. The lifeless body of the vampire spawn lay amidst the shattered remnants of furniture, its presence a stark reminder of the lethal consequences that awaited those who underestimated Victoria's cunning.
With a sense of grim satisfaction, Victoria turned her attention back to the unfolding battle. In a seamless display of coordination, Victoria's thralls sprang into action, intercepting the approaching vampire spawn with calculated precision. With spears at the ready, they struck with deadly accuracy, piercing the flesh of one of the charging spawns. The creature howled in pain, its momentum halted by the unexpected assault.
Meanwhile, another spawn met an equally unfortunate fate as it was slammed into a concealed trap by the shield-wielding oni. The forceful impact shattered bones and sent shards of wood and debris flying, ensnaring the struggling vampire spawn in a web of destruction.
The last vampire spawn almost made it almost to Victoria, but Grant was there to stun it before it could reach her, temporarily immobilizing it. Taking advantage of the opening, Victoria moved with predatory grace, closing the distance between herself and the stunned creature in an instant.
Her fangs elongated, glistening with a hunger that matched the intensity in her eyes. Without hesitation, she sank her teeth into the exposed neck of the immobilized vampire. The taste of its life force surged through her veins, an intoxicating elixir that revitalized her and further fueled her supernatural abilities.
As the vampire spawn weakened under her enthusiastic feeding, its struggles grew feeble, its life force ebbing away with each passing moment. Victoria's senses heightened, attuned to the fading heartbeat and the diminishing flow of blood, savoring every drop as it flowed into her, granting her a point in strength. The blood of the vampire spawn seemed to burst with power, far greater than her other feedings.
Liviana's fury burned within her as her spawn fell one by one, their demise fueling her rage. With determined steps, she moved through the ruins, her instincts guiding her past the illusory traps that Victoria had set. Unyielding in her purpose, she refused to be dissuaded by the deceptions that sought to impede her progress. She was a noble vampire scion, trained by the finest masters. Simple illusions like these could never fool her.
A thrall wearing drow armor, caught in Liviana's path, met a swift and brutal end as she effortlessly propelled him through a nearby window with a single powerful strike. The shattered glass and splintered wood bore witness to the force of her anger.
Drawing her gleaming swords from their sheaths, she launched into a deadly dance of death, striking down a mage and a spearman who dared to challenge her. Her blades sliced through the air with lethal precision, finding their mark with unerring accuracy. The thralls, ill-prepared for the ferocity of her assault, had little chance to defend themselves.
As spells were cast against her, their magical energies collided with Liviana's enchanted armor, but to no avail. The armor, imbued with powerful protective enchantments, remained unyielding and unscathed, deflecting the spells with ease. Liviana's defenses were impenetrable, rendering the attacks futile.
Liviana pressed forward, her movements fluid and swift, cutting through the chaos with deadly grace. Her crimson armor glistened in the dim light, a symbol of her lineage and the power that coursed through her veins.
Liviana's piercing gaze locked onto Victoria, who sat upon her makeshift throne, observing the chaos with an air of authority. A derisive smirk tugged at the corners of Liviana's lips as she took in the sight.
"Pathetic posturing, Victoria," Liviana sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "Do you truly believe that sitting upon your fragile throne makes you any more formidable? It only serves to highlight your weakness."
Her words echoed through the ruins, a challenge thrown in the face of her opponent. Liviana's fiery eyes narrowed, her arrogant gaze meeting Victoria’s own. She relished the opportunity to belittle Victoria, to undermine any semblance of power she may have held.
"You may have concocted your illusions and set your feeble traps, but they cannot shield you from your inevitable defeat," Liviana taunted, her voice laced with icy certainty. "No amount of bluster can change the fact that you are no match for me."
Victoria focused her entire willpower and charisma on her foe, casting charm as she issued a singular command.
“Kneel.”
Liviana's resistance was palpable, her face contorted with the effort to defy the command. The notion that a simple vampire's charm could affect her seemed ludicrous, yet Victoria pressed on.
With a surge of determination, Liviana lunged forward, her sword poised to strike. But Victoria was prepared, her mind sharp and her powers honed. In a swift motion, she unleashed a powerful mind spike, directed straight at Liviana, disrupting her mental focus as she reissued the force of her command.
"I said, kneel," Victoria repeated, her voice filled with authority and conviction. Her words reverberated through the air, carrying the weight of her commanding presence. Liviana's resistance wavered, her body beginning to obey the irresistible compulsion.
However, Liviana's desperation turned to rage as she felt the wraith Rolf's presence. With a swift motion, she swung her enchanted sword, cleaving through the spectral form of the wraith and dispersing his essence. The wraith's stunning touch never reached its intended target, as Liviana fiercely struck back, severing the connection between his spirit and the material plane.
Victoria's initial attempt to subdue Liviana had been thwarted, prompting her to spring into action. She rose from her makeshift throne, her eyes filled with determination as she retrieved her flamelet dagger and whip from her bracelet. With weapons in hand, she prepared to engage Liviana in a more direct confrontation.
Whirling the whip in the air, Victoria struck with precision, aiming to entangle Liviana and restrict her movements. But to her astonishment, Liviana proved to be remarkably agile, effortlessly evading the lash of the whip with a display of impressive speed and reflexes. Her movements were fluid and graceful, allowing her to dodge each strike with ease.
Victoria's thralls struck, hoping to exploit any vulnerability. One of her loyal oni thralls lunged forward, brandishing a spear in an attempt to impede Liviana's advance. However, Liviana exhibited her prowess once again, swiftly countering the oni's attack. With incredible skill and precision, she deflected the spear with her arm, rendering the thrust ineffective. In a single fluid motion, she retaliated, swiftly beheading the oni with a clean and efficient strike.
With the element of surprise on her side, Victoria employed a skill she had honed through hours of practice. Drawing upon her telekinetic powers, she focused her energy and pushed against the soles of her boots, propelling herself into the air. As she soared upwards, her movements were fluid and controlled, defying the constraints of gravity.
Using a series of calculated pushes, Victoria propelled herself higher and higher, almost as if she were floating effortlessly among the rafters. With each burst of telekinetic force, she navigated the space with grace, swiftly ascending to a long wooden beam that stretched across the ceiling.
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Liviana, taken aback by this unexpected display, leaped towards the wall, using it as a launching point to propel herself towards Victoria. The force of her jump sent her bounding off the wall, allowing her to land against a sturdy pillar. With determination in her eyes, Liviana continued her acrobatic maneuvers, bounding back and forth, her movements resembling a predatory creature in pursuit of its prey.
Perched on the beam, Victoria observed Liviana's agile movements with a mix of admiration and caution. She knew that she needed to maintain the high ground to gain an advantage over her formidable adversary. There she would be able to launch her psionic attacks without retaliation, but Liviana destroyed these aspirations.
As the intense battle unfolded among the rafters, Liviana's superior agility and combat skills became apparent. She moved with a grace and precision that surpassed Victoria's own abilities, launching a rapid assault of swift strikes and evasive maneuvers. Victoria found herself on the defensive, struggling to keep up with the unyielding onslaught. Her first strike impacted her necklace’s shield, but its protection only worked once.
Lum and Tori shot magical darts or gusts of wind at Liviana as she fought, but the noble vampire avoided their spells just as easily as she did Victoria’s attacks.
With each exchange, Liviana's strikes found their mark, leaving deep gashes and wounds on Victoria's body. Blood trickled from her injuries, painting a macabre picture against her pale skin. The pain intensified with every blow, testing Victoria's endurance and resolve.
Despite her mounting injuries, Victoria refused to yield. She tapped into the depths of her willpower and determination, drawing upon her training and experience. She countered Liviana's attacks with calculated parries and elusive footwork, seeking to find an opening that would turn the tides of the battle.
Their movements intertwined in a deadly dance, the clash of their weapons echoing through the rafters. Victoria's mind raced, analyzing Liviana's patterns, searching for a weakness to exploit. She seemed far more able to perform such scrutiny than when she was a human. It was clear that her high intelligence was making it possible. She adjusted her strategy, employing feints and deceptive maneuvers in an attempt to gain an advantage over her skilled opponent, but her skill with her weapons was feeble compared to her foe. However, she augmented her martial fighting with mind spikes and telekinetic attacks, distracting Liviana or pushing her off balance.
Lum almost knocked Liviana from her perch with a strong blast of wind. Liviana retaliated by throwing her sword into Lum’s chest.
Victoria grit her teeth at the loss of another thrall. Lum held a special place in her heart, but she wouldn’t live long with Liviana’s sword in her chest.
The air crackled with tension as each combatant pushed themselves to their limits. The clashing of their blades, the snap of her whip, and the occasional sound of grunts and growls filled the space. Adrenaline surged through Victoria's veins, heightening her senses and sharpening her focus, even as her wounds continued to accumulate.
With every passing moment, Victoria became more aware of the formidable challenge before her. Liviana's skill and ferocity tested her physical and mental fortitude. Even fighting with only one sword, Liviana was winning this fight.
As the battle raged on, Victoria knew that she had to dig deep within herself to find the strength to match Liviana's prowess. With blood staining her clothes and her body marked by the scars of their encounter, she steeled herself for the grueling struggle that lay ahead. The dance among the rafters continued, their movements fluid and fierce, as each vampire fought with unwavering determination, refusing to surrender to the other's will.
As despair threatened to consume Victoria, a glimmer of hope appeared in the form of her faithful companion, Leroy. With impeccable timing, he blinked into the scene, tripping Liviana just as she poised for another attack. The sudden disruption threw the vampire off balance, creating the perfect opening for Victoria to take advantage of.
In a swift and decisive move, Victoria snapped her whip with precision, its end entangling around Liviana's neck. The whip tightened, constricting around the vampire's throat, restricting her movements. Liviana struggled, clawing at the whip, desperate to free herself from its grasp.
Seizing the opportunity, Grant and Sven swooped in, their movements precise and coordinated. Grant unleashed a stunning blow, while Sven, the wraith neophyte, reached out with his ethereal touch. Liviana, caught off guard by the combined assault, felt the numbing effect of the stun ripple through her body.
Immersed in a temporary state of paralysis, Liviana found herself vulnerable to Victoria's advance. With determination fueling her every move, Victoria lunged forward, her vampiric instincts guiding her. She closed the distance swiftly, her hands poised to secure a firm grip on Liviana.
As Victoria closed in, the struggle intensified. Liviana fought against the constraints of the whip and the effects of the stun, her eyes ablaze with fury and defiance. The battle between the two vampires reached its climax, their fates hanging in the balance.
With every ounce of strength she possessed, Victoria exerted her dominance, asserting her will over her formidable adversary. She wrestled Liviana to the ground, their bodies entangled in a desperate struggle for control. The whip remained taut around Liviana's neck, exerting pressure, reminding her of the imminent danger she faced.
As Liviana's resistance crumbled, her hands released their grip on the swords, surrendering them to the pull of gravity. Victoria seized the opportunity, yanking the whip with a swift motion that brought Liviana closer, almost into her waiting embrace.
A surge of primal instinct coursed through Victoria's veins as she sank her fangs into Liviana's exposed flesh. The taste of noble vampire blood flooded her senses, a potent elixir that promised power and sustenance. The act of consumption became a raw, intimate exchange, a predator reveling in the life force of her defeated foe.
The world around them faded into insignificance as Victoria's focus narrowed to the exquisite pleasure of her feeding. The rhythmic pulse of Liviana's blood filled her mouth, nourishing her body and empowering her with each precious drop.
In the midst of this macabre communion, Liviana's struggle dwindled, her once proud demeanor fading into a state of surrender. She became a vessel, drained of strength and vitality, her essence gradually merging with Victoria's own vampiric power.
As the last vestiges of Liviana's life force flowed into Victoria's being, a profound sense of satisfaction washed over her. The triumph over her rival was complete, and with it came a surge of newfound strength and knowledge.
With the taste of victory lingering on her lips, Victoria released her hold on Liviana's weakened form, Liviana’s body falling from the rafters to the floor below to lie next to her swords. The fallen vampire lay sprawled on the ground, a mere shadow of her former self. Victoria, now sated and invigorated, stood tall, the embodiment of triumph in the face of adversity.
As Liviana's potent blood coursed through her veins, Victoria could feel a surge of newfound power pulsating within her. The essence of the defeated vampire infused her body, granting her strength beyond her previous limits. With each beat of her heart, the vitality of Liviana's noble blood mingled with her own, bringing forth a transformation within her.
The surge of vitality brought about a tangible change in Victoria's physicality. Her movements became swifter and more agile, her reflexes honed to a razor's edge. The three points she gained in dexterity were a testament to her heightened speed and precision.
As her level rose to 6, Victoria's character progression reached a new milestone. She carefully allocated her stat points, recognizing the importance of maintaining a well-rounded set of abilities. With an equal distribution, her charisma, intelligence, and willpower all reached a remarkable 21, bringing each of these fundamental attributes to new heights.
With a graceful leap, Victoria descended from the rafters, her featherweight ring guiding her descent with effortless grace to float to the floor. As she touched the ground, she landed with a litheness that reflected her enhanced dexterity and control. The room seemed to quiver with her presence, as if acknowledging the transformation that had taken place within her.
With urgency and determination, Victoria rushed to the side of Lum, Jared, and Brig, her thralls who lay gravely injured in pools of their own blood. She knew that time was of the essence, and she had to act swiftly to save them. With a swift, deliberate motion, she drew her sharp fingernail across her own wrist, allowing her own life-giving blood to flow freely.
Pressing her bleeding wrist against their throats, she watched as their weakened bodies instinctively responded to the nourishment, their lips latching onto the source of sustenance. Victoria felt her vampiric essence dip quickly. As they drank deeply from her, their countenances changed, the flicker of fading consciousness giving way to a stillness that mirrored death. By the time all three drank their fill, she felt empty and weak.
Victoria knelt beside the lifeless bodies of the three vampire spawns, her fangs elongating in anticipation. The faint scent of warm blood still lingered in the air, a potent temptation that beckoned her. With careful precision, she positioned herself over the first spawn, their pale, lifeless form sprawled on the ground.
Her lips parted, revealing the glint of her razor-sharp fangs as she sank them into the spawn's neck. The taste of their blood flooded her senses, warm and intoxicating. With each crimson drop that flowed into her mouth, she could feel the essence of their life force infusing her being.
As she fed, she remembered Armos’s teachings on the ephemeral nature of sapient blood. The essence it held, the very core of what made a creature sentient, dissipated rapidly upon death. That was why vampires relied on living victims, for it was in their pulsing veins that the essence remained vibrant and potent. Yet, with vampires themselves, their essence was immortal, lingering in their blood long after their physical bodies had perished.
Drinking deeply from each of the spawns, Victoria felt the surge of power coursing through her veins. It was not just the nourishment of blood, but the absorption of their strength, their very essence. With each drop she consumed, her own constitution was bolstered, her body fortified with the life force of these fallen creatures. A surge of vitality coursed through her, replacing the essence she had just expended and leaving her feeling fully sated.
As she finished feeding, Victoria could sense the changes taking hold within her. Her body felt invigorated, the half-point increase in her constitution bolstering her endurance, while the two additional points of strength brought an undeniable sense of power to her limbs. It was as if the essence of the vampire spawns had become a part of her own, merging with her vampiric nature to enhance her abilities.
Rising from her kneeling position, Victoria rolled her shoulders as she felt her muscles become denser. Her eyes glinted with renewed vigor. The three lifeless bodies lay before her, drained and pale, their purpose served. The strength of the vampire spawns now flowed through her veins, an undeniable testament to her predatory nature and the relentless pursuit of power that defined her existence.
Uncertain of what would transpire next, Victoria carried her thralls to the next room, a spacious area that provided an open and secure resting place. With utmost care, she laid each of them down, ensuring their comfort and safety. Their lifeless forms lay motionless, awaiting the outcome of this unorthodox healing process.
With a mental command, Victoria reached out to Carl, her trusted ally, instructing him to bring the carriage. The urgency in her telepathic message conveyed the gravity of the situation, and she hoped for a swift response. Meanwhile, Glav's report of no nearby reinforcements brought a momentary relief, allowing her to focus on the task at hand.
As she waited for Carl's arrival, Victoria hovered by the side of Lum, Jared, and Brig, watching over them with a mix of hope and trepidation.
When Carl arrived, she had them loaded into the carriage and then she stripped Liviana of her precious armor and weapons. Then, she removed her head, storing it in her magical belt storage so it could be presented to the coven as proof of her victory. Victoria used her analysis skill to identify the armor and was amazed at the find. Surely Liviana’s sire spared no expense in procuring it for her. Victoria read the description with awe.
This basilisk hide armor is a masterpiece of craftsmanship and enchantment, tailored specifically for the discerning warrior. This exquisite armor is meticulously crafted from the supple, yet resilient hide of the elusive basilisk, known for its mystical properties. The hide has been dyed a deep crimson.
The armor features a form-fitting design, tailored to enhance both mobility and protection. The deep crimson hue of the basilisk hide is rich and vibrant, radiating an aura of power and elegance. Embellishments adorn the surface of the armor, showcasing intricate patterns and filigree, expertly etched into the leather with great precision.
The enchantments woven into the fabric of this armor are truly remarkable. Designed to resist most common spells, it acts as a formidable defense against magical attacks, rendering them significantly less effective. The wearer can feel a subtle resistance, as if an invisible barrier deflects the arcane energies that come their way.
One of the standout features of this armor is its self-healing properties. Minor cuts and abrasions suffered in battle slowly mend themselves, as the armor taps into its inherent magical essence to mend the damage. This regenerative quality ensures that the armor retains its pristine condition, even after enduring the rigors of intense combat.
Beyond its practicality and enchantments, the armor is truly a work of art. Every inch of the armor is adorned with painstakingly crafted embellishments. Elaborate motifs and designs, inspired by nature and mythology, are delicately etched into the surface, creating an awe-inspiring visual spectacle. Intricate gilded accents further enhance the overall aesthetic, adding a touch of opulence to the already striking armor.
With graceful movements, Victoria donned the supple leather armor, the crimson basilisk hide wrapping around her form like a second skin. She adjusted the straps, ensuring a snug fit that allowed for both freedom of movement and optimal protection. The armor's enchantments hummed with latent power, a comforting presence against her flesh.
She slipped the flamelet dagger into the specially designed sheath on her thigh, and tucked her wand into her belt. As for the swords, she made a conscious decision to stow them away in her bracelet storage. While they possessed their own lethal potential, her skills with such weapons were limited, and she preferred to rely on her tried and true combination of whip and dagger for the time being. She stored Liviana’s necklace and circlet. Her level five analysis skill couldn’t identify them, but she knew Armos would know what they were and whether she should claim them.
Turning her attention to Tori, Victoria extended her arm, offering him her augmented drow armor. The dark, intricate design of the armor spoke of its elven craftsmanship, enhanced with enchanted enchantments that granted heightened protection. "Tori, take this," she commanded, her voice resonating with authority. "You have proven yourself a steadfast ally, and this armor shall serve you well."
Tori's eyes widened with gratitude as he accepted the gift, a mix of awe and determination shining in his gaze. He wasted no time in donning the armor, the smooth material conforming to his frame. It was a symbol of his newfound role as a trusted companion, an embodiment of the trust Victoria had placed in him.
Addressing the remaining thralls, Victoria issued clear instructions. "Strip the vampire spawns of any useful items," she directed, her voice carrying the weight of authority. "Equip yourselves with whatever upgrades you find. We must make the most of our resources in this battle."
The thralls, though weakened from their recent encounters, set to work with diligence. They moved swiftly, their hands deftly searching the fallen spawns for any equipment that could be salvaged. Armor, weapons, and other useful items were gathered and inspected, each thrall assessing what would be the most advantageous for their own combat style and capabilities.
In the end, three sets of usable armor were procured from the fallen spawns. The thralls equipped themselves, donning the protective gear with excitement. The clinking of metal and the sound of straps being secured echoed through abandoned building, a tangible reminder of the preparations taking place.
The group mounted their horses, Victoria feeling a renewed sense of purpose and anticipation coursing through her veins as she entered the carriage. With the armor adorning her body and her thralls by her side, she was eager to announce her success to Armos, and find out what it meant to be a vampire champion.