The city of First City simmered with an uneasy tension. It was as if the mortals could feel the shadow of the vampires' activities stretching over every corner, alley, and street.
Blood had been shed and there had been eight casualties so far. Pretty insignificant numbers for ordinary humans but for vampires that was a lot in the span of a few days. And there was no guarantee that things would end there.
Two territories had fallen already. Westside and Southside have been left leaderless.
Solomon had felt it when Ivo died. The blood oath unraveling in real time was pretty hard to miss. But he still wasn't taking the steps he needed to.
There was still an opponent in the arena. Things were not over yet and rushing off was a surefire way of getting oneself killed. And so, he waited in his castle, looking over the sprawling city like a predator watching its prey.
