Third-person POV Like a razor slicing through the air, Sylvester’s desperate calls cut through the quiet passageways of the Volkari vampire coven’s palace. He could feel the weight of the message he was carrying increasing with every step; it was highly significant and disturbing to their goals. Anxiety knotted in Sylvester’s chest because he was certain that his master, the vampire king, would not approve of this.His shove caused the throne room’s tall doors to tremble and creak, announcing his arrival with a loud roar that echoed throughout the room’s enormous volume. “Sire! Sire! Sire!” cried Sylvester, his eyes bloodshot with terror and anxiety. With a low, groveling bow that conveyed the seriousness of the matter, he paused before his master and the King of the vampires, Konstantine. Seated on his throne, Konstantine remained still, his black robes fluttering about him like a raven’s wings. His blood-red eyes glowed with rage as he stared coldly at Sylvester. He always relished
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