As Blake and Nana watched the scene unfold before them, a sense of weariness settled over them. They were merely humans, powerless amidst the supernatural beings that surrounded them. If even the vampires seemed scared of this man, just who was he?
Suddenly, the man opened his mouth for the first time, a smirk appearing on his face. His voice was soft, yet it sent a shiver down the spine of everyone present, including Blake and Nana. It was a voice that seemed to crawl beneath their skin, filling them with an inexplicable sense of unease.
"The younger generations are so uncultured," the man remarked, his tone dripping with condescension. "I have given you all ample time to pay reverence to their king, yet it seems they lack manners."
He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. "But I, on the other hand, am quite the opposite. I am disciplined, and I command respect. Now, knell!"
