The merciless political war between the clans had turned the borderlines into a literal hellscape. Completely defying the established laws of engagement and the sacred codes of war, the alliance of dark sorcerers and vampires had descended upon the territories to hunt down purebloods one by one.
There was no longer any military morality or border security left; they were brutally slaughtering every living thing in their path, regardless of whether they were women, children, or heavily pregnant.
For Violet and Garm, the plan was simple—yet within its simplicity lay an absolute, diabolical perfection. While Varg was tied down on the frontlines, thrashing in the very heart of that massive, blood-drenched battlefield with his armies, Violet would step out of the manor under the pretext of getting some fresh air. In the midst of this overwhelming chaos, she would stage her own catastrophic death.
