Aamir extended his palm, and a faint glow shimmered to life. A soft, pink energy pulsed in his hand, radiating warmth like a beating heart.
The vampire lords leaned closer, their eyes narrowing in awe and suspicion. Zalmic himself stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the strange aura.
"This…" Aamir said, his tone calm but commanding, "is pran. Your life force. It flows within you, hidden beneath your blood and strength. Most of you never feel it because you rely on your vampiric gifts. But this… this is deeper. This is universal."
The glow brightened, rippling outward in soft waves. The ground beneath his feet trembled, and even the air seemed to hum in harmony.
