They awaited the development of the situation with a calm and composure that was beyond human.
Although the Vampire Clan's system of Clans had long been abolished, the status of these Princes remained incredibly venerable.
They had once been the most powerful beings in their respective Clans. Even as time flowed silently on,
that glory and power remained deeply etched into the annals of history.
When these dozen or so Princes gathered, the very night seemed to freeze,
and an intangible pressure spread like a tide, inspiring a sense of reverence,
as if one were facing a pantheon of inviolable gods.
Just then, the Elders of the Werewolf Clan leaped forth from the pack.
They stood as tall and imposing as mountains. With every footfall, the earth trembled faintly, shouldering an unbearable weight.
As these Werewolves charged, they kicked up wind and sand,
resembling massive, steel-behemoth tanks hurtling forward at astonishing speed.
