In the heart of the territory of the vampires, a majestic palace covered with fog and frozen patches, a group of high-ranking vampires were gathered in a hall, the looks on their faces ugly, the movements of their mouths indicating problems.
Saliva dripped from the mouths of some of the talking individuals, some of them sitting, listening with concern visible in their eyes, others standing, their clenched fists resting on the large table between them.
Their pale faces, usually devoid of expression, were different today, even considering the experience of each of these elders.
Noble and powerful vampires, leaders of their tribes, newly promoted to the 6th stage, they did not express what they had expected eight years ago. Back then, at the beginning of The Purification, each one of them laughed and smiled at the winds of fate that were carrying them to victory, to the plans they had been preparing for thousands and thousands of years.
