/- Narrator -/
As the dust settled from the intense battle, a hush fell over the arena, broken only by the sound of our heavy breathing and the faint rustle of fabric as we surveyed the aftermath of the conflict. But our moment of respite was short-lived, as out of the shadows emerged two factions, each representing a different world – the vampires of the Crimsons and the werewolves of the Ericsons.
Dianne's breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of them, her heart pounding in her chest as fear gripped her with icy fingers. She knew all too well the power and influence these factions held, and the danger they posed to anyone who dared to defy them.
Immediately, she stood on guard, her muscles tense and coiled like a spring ready to unleash its fury at a moment's notice. Beside her, Lewis mirrored her stance, his eyes narrowed with suspicion as he assessed the newcomers with a wary gaze.
