From her vantage point in the western undead fortress, Alex could sense the earth-shattering clash between the Alpha Werewolf and the Vampire Antediluvian.
Their battle raged in the skies above the heartland of their respective territories, a spectacle of raw power that resonated even from this distance.
She gazed southward, discerning that this was no mere sparring match. Both were unleashing their full might.
"If the Vampire Antediluvian loses, will he really agree to a merger?" Alex thought.
But she quickly dismissed the thought. It wouldn't be that simple. The moment either of them sensed defeat, they would likely ascend to pseudo-godhood.
That was the most likely scenario. The Alpha Werewolf was gambling, betting on Alex's promise to come to his aid.
