Zyren stood completely still, his long coat brushing slightly against his legs, even as the other vampires around him slowly backed away, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe. The air around him seemed heavier, charged with an almost tangible energy that made the hairs on everyone's arms stand on end.
King Jared was clearly pissed off, an anger he was trying to keep within himself, the veins at his temple pulsing visibly as he slowly gestured to Clara to bring out the artifact that had been prepared.
Clara didn't hesitate, her hands steady even though her heartbeat had quickened, as she instantly did as she was told, bringing out a black artifact that looked like a small lamp, its surface matte and ominous under the dim light of the hall.
