The roar of Margaret's voice cut through the air, a sound wave reverberating across the high wall of Bran Fortress. It was a voice filled with raw power and dark intent, echoing with a force that shook the very stones beneath my feet.
Then she proceeded to chat and the words were indistinct, a blend of incantations and commands, but the sheer weight of her presence was unmistakable. The vampires and blood creatures responded immediately, their movements growing more coordinated and aggressive. It was as if Margaret's voice had summoned them, rallying them to her side. Their forms shifted and swirled, a mass of dark shapes that moved with renewed purpose, their eyes flashing with a dangerous intensity.
I watched as the creatures and vampires seemed to merge into a more formidable force, reacting to Margaret's commands with a heightened sense of urgency. They shifted their focus, now riveted on us—the dragons and I—preparing for the next wave of confrontation.
