Ezra stood in the middle of Malachi's office, his breaths steady and his eyes locked onto his opponent. The room, previously a display of opulence and power, now seemed insignificant against the magnitude of the battle about to happen. Malachi's eyes were cold, a flicker of anticipation in their depths as he faced Ezra, the boogeyman.
The silence was heavy, filled with unspoken promises of violence. Then, almost simultaneously, both vampires deployed their black zones. A dense darkness enveloped the room, sealing them in and cutting off any hope of escape. The air crackled with energy as their zones collided, reinforcing and amplifying each other, creating an arena where only one of them would emerge alive.
