Below, the vampires moved about their daily lives with an air of leisure, their every gesture laced with arrogance, like beings who believed themselves above all else. Unbeknownst to them, the end of their existence loomed near. Their lifespans had already been devoured… consumed by a human whale cloaked in mortal flesh.
Then, as if gripped by an unseen force, every one of them froze mid-step. Crimson eyes snapped skyward, drawn by the sudden eruption of mana, an overwhelming quantity so immense, it defied reason. It was the kind of mana that should belong only to a Supreme Monarch… and yet, it emanated from someone far beneath that title.
Then they felt it, a sudden, a subtle shift in the fabric of space itself. Reality twisted, sealing shut like a cage, anchoring them to the planet as though forbidding even the idea of escape. They required no warning; instinct screamed the truth, an enemy had arrived.
