The abandoned industrial district provided the perfect backdrop for a confrontation that would leave nothing but rubble in its wake. Massive concrete structures rose like tombstones around the combatants, their surfaces stained with decades of rust and decay that seemed to pulse with malevolent energy in the presence of the three figures waiting with predatory patience.
The Vampire Venerables had chosen their battleground well—a space where the accumulated despair of failed dreams and broken lives had seeped into the very foundations, creating an atmosphere that amplified their connection to miasma and the darker aspects of existence.
