The throne room fell into silence.
The Vampire King's gaze sharpened, his piercing crimson eyes studying Aamir with an intensity that could crush ordinary men. The royal guards around the hall tightened their grips on their weapons, unsure whether to see this newcomer as an ally or a threat.
Aamir stood in the center of the room, completely unfazed, his hands still casually in his pockets.
Luman's calm, calculating voice echoed in his mind.
"Host, introduce yourself properly. Call yourself what you are—the King of Beasts."
Aamir raised an eyebrow slightly. King of Beasts?
"Why?"
"Because," Luman replied, his tone carrying a rare note of amusement, "these vampires respect strength above all else. Give them a name that shakes their pride… and they will remember you as someone untouchable."
A slow grin spread across Aamir's face. "Well… that does sound fun."
