All eyes were irresistibly drawn to the figure hovering above the battlefield.
The Vampire Witch drifted in the night sky like a phantom, her silhouette haloed by the red moonlight. A black gown clung to her figure, the deep V-shaped neckline revealing just enough to make the darkness itself seem to shiver around her. The fabric whispered with every movement, fluttering lightly in the cool night breeze as though it had a life of its own.
When her bare feet touched the ground, the landing was soundless—like a shadow descending rather than flesh and blood. Her gaze lowered to Daleliah and Sandor who knelt before her.
"My children seem to be struggling," she said, her voice emotionless.
Daleliah immediately bowed her head. "We apologize, Mother."
