Realm of Power: Werewolf vs Vampire
She looked defeated, vulnerable in a way that twisted something deep inside me.
Throne didn't hesitate. His voice boomed through the chamber like a gust of wind. "Veyra! Let go of my daughter!"
Veyra stood before her, cloaked in shadows, her eyes gleaming with malicious triumph. The Aetherheart shard—the ancient artifact pulsing with stolen power—glinted in her grasp. Around her, elemental guards materialized from the earth itself: hulking figures of rock and soil, their forms shifting and reforming, eyes glowing with unnatural green light. There were at least a dozen of them, lumbering forward with ground-shaking steps.