The smooth, venomous laughter echoing down the volcanic corridor belonged to Lady Cynthia Bathory, but she wasn’t the only one waiting in the damp shadows of the lower keep. As the thick iron doors at the end of the hall slid shut, trapping Astrid and Carmilla inside the deep subterranean sector, a dozen elite guards of the Bathory personal vanguard materialized from the gloom. Their iridescent violet armor gleamed maliciously in the pale blue firelight, and their hands wielded long, silver-tipped pikes designed to keep a Lycan Alpha at bay. "A touching display of feral devotion, Moonvael," Cynthia purred, stepping forward from the ranks, her red velvet gown trailing gracefully over the blood-stained stone. She raised her left hand, a thin, liquid coil of sanguimancy rising from her palm, its dark mass twisting like a snake. "You tore through the outer gates like a rabid beast, but you have walked straight into the slaughterhouse. The Council’s purification decree will simply claim
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