"I kneel to no one except my goddess."
The elder's jaw clenched, insulted by the sheer indifference. He snapped his fingers, signaling the guards to advance. Wings spread. Auras rose. The air warped from the pressure of dozens of high-rank vampires ready to tear a single man apart.
Luther didn't intervene yet. He watched.
He wanted to see it.
He wanted confirmation.
The first guard moved with vampire speed—a blur aimed to slam Eleazar to the ground. Before the strike could land, his body jerked mid-air as if yanked by an unseen force. He spiraled out of formation and crashed into the wall hard enough to crack the stone.
