The Vampire King
Thin lips curved into a smile.
“So this is who the Chosen One turned out to be,” a female, chesty voice sounded, addressing the unconscious Ira. - It's funny...
The smell of basilisk blood hung in the air like a poisonous veil, although the creature itself had long since left.
The woman examined the surroundings with a curious gaze, stopping at the frozen figures of a horse and a vampire. Bowing her head to the side, the owner of violet eyes gazed for some time at Tantario’s serenely detached face.
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