The Vampire King
Sensing imminent danger, a dagger whizzed past, narrowly missing his ear by a mere hair's breadth. With swift reflexes, he twisted his head and executed a graceful roll, evading the blade's path.
Whirling around to confront his attacker, the Vampire King extended a powerful arm in pursuit. But instead of grasping his quarry, he seized only the empty air. The High Priestess, agile and fleet-footed, darted ahead and dove headfirst into a shimmering pool.
Without hesitation, the Vampire King followed, plunging into the water. His hands swept through the depths, and when they finally caught the silken fabric of her dress, he pulled the defiant woman to the surface.
Locking eyes with him, the High Priestess' gaze was filled with fiery pride. "Release me," she demanded.
