"Anti-magic…" Michaela's face paled.
Eve couldn't help but relish in the sorceress's dismay. From her vantage point on the second floor, hidden amongst the nobles, Eve observed the unfolding drama with a twisted smile on her lips.
As Eve basked in the chaos and intrigue that surrounded her carefully orchestrated scheme, she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride coursing through her veins.
Her eyes then shifted to Lucius, who appeared equally surprised and unsettled by the turn of events.
Ever since she learned of Michaela's invitation, Eve had unraveled their intentions, anticipating the sorceress's involvement in assisting Lucius and verifying the safety of the blood cocktail for the vampires. It was part of their plan to introduce the revolutionary concoction to the majority of the vampire population, altering the dynamics of their existence. But tonight, Eve had other plans—plans that didn't align with their vision of unity.
