[Elara Dracul's POV]
As I completed my prayer, my gaze lingered on the city below. We had come a long way since the time we started, ever since my mother's passing entrusted the weight of our entire race upon my shoulders. It was a responsibility I accepted willingly.
"I have succeeded," I whispered to myself, a sense of accomplishment filling my being. I was certain that my ancestors would be proud of how far we had come from the origin realm.
The origin realm, the city from which all highborn vampires like myself originated, held great significance in our history. According to the records, it was from there that our ancestors were meant to combat the rogue beings that descended from the highest realm to our origin. Their arrival was the only means by which our seven bloodlines could sustain themselves.
