Is this… the unique ability that only a handful of vampires possess—the Innatus Ayra told me about while we were in the shower together?
It's terrifying, and not because of her appearance—her beauty remains untouched, maybe even amplified—but because of the glacial darkness she radiates.
That chills me far more than the enemies themselves.
Fear grips me—a raw, visceral fear deeper than anything I've ever felt.
I feel paralyzed, my muscles no longer obey my will.
My body trembles, seized by a cold grip that sinks into my very marrow.
Ayra is my mistress, and the storm of darkness swirling around her is her doing, just like the mantle of shadow covering the battlefield.
But then… why does it terrify me so much?
And it's not only me—Kajetan, who stayed calm even in front of Vespera, now stares at her with inhuman terror and disbelief, as if he were facing some monstrous entity straight out of a Lovecraftian nightmare.
