The clearing was shrouded in silence, the aftermath of the recent violent encounter casting an eerie pallor over the scene.
The lifeless bodies of Gareth's group lay strewn across the ground, a grim tableau of destruction.
Gareth himself stood frozen, his eyes locked onto Daimon with a mixture of disbelief and horror.
"You…" Gareth's voice quivered as he struggled to find words that could encapsulate the chaos that had just unfolded before him. "How can you…"
His gaze seemed to bore into Daimon as if the vampire before him had transformed into a monster of unimaginable proportions.
Gareth's voice trembled with a mix of rage and incredulity. "How can you easily kill people like this?"
Daimon regarded Gareth's reaction with a bemused expression, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips.
"Do you think I am in the wrong?" His voice, though light, held an undercurrent of unyielding confidence.
