The Cold Vampire King's Omega
The moment the crystal spirit vanished, a monstrous growl echoed through the cave—low, guttural, and bone-chilling. I stiffened, instinctively clutching Kael’s cloak. Even standing beside the Vampire King, I could feel the shift. Something wasn’t right.
“What was that?” I whispered, heart racing.
“I don’t know,” Kael said, his voice tense. His stance turned guarded, eyes narrowing into the shadows.
Then, it leapt.
A hideous beast emerged from the darkness—its form grotesque, with three snarling heads, claws like blades, and an odor so foul it turned my stomach. Its aura oozed danger. Death.
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