The atmosphere in Lord Eric's chamber was tense, the weight of recent events hanging heavy in the air. Lord Eric, seated upon his ornate throne, gazed sternly at Viktor, flanked by Gerard, his loyal advisor. Despite Gerard having relayed the events of the previous night, Lord Eric sought Viktor's account firsthand.
"Viktor," Lord Eric began, his voice commanding attention, "I want to hear from you how everything unraveled for you and the Blackwood guards last night."
Viktor, standing before Lord Eric with a mixture of remorse and determination, bowed his head slightly. "My Lord," he began, his voice tinged with apology, "we were not prepared for the adversaries we faced. A sorcerer, a witch, a vampire, and a group of werewolves—such a formidable combination caught us off guard."
Lord Eric's expression remained impassive as he listened to Viktor's account. When Viktor finished, Lord Eric's gaze sharpened, focusing intently on the werewolf hunter.
