Realm of Power: Werewolf vs Vampire
The clouds were dark and twisting over a single point above the city, swirling into a spiral of storm.
“That’s her,” I said, flames igniting in my palms. “Let’s finish this.”
We raced toward the center of the storm the palace courtyard.
The once-green square was now buried under a mountain of snow. The great fountain had frozen into a jagged crystal sculpture, its water suspended mid-splash. And there, standing atop the frozen marble, was Elaria.
Her white hair whipped around her like ribbons of frost, her eyes burning the color of glacial blue. She raised her hand, and the blizzard itself bent around her command.