King Zalmic rose from his seat, the heavy steps echoing across the hall like distant thunder. His crimson eyes glinted—not with malice, but with a warrior's hunger.
"Well," he said with a faint smirk, "now you've made me all worked up. I want to spar with you too."
Aamir's lips curved into a faint grin. "Really now? Then let's do it. But don't hold back… it's been quite some time since I fought a truly strong foe."
The air between them thickened, a silent current of anticipation flowing like static. Vampire Lords exchanged wary glances—none of them had ever seen their king take a personal interest in testing someone's strength.
Zalmic stepped forward, removing the heavy royal cape from his shoulders and tossing it to the side. "Good. Then let's fight as warriors, not as king and guest."
Aamir cracked his neck. "Sounds perfect."
