The vampire glances over at the elf, who remains unnervingly quiet, his sharp eyes locked on the fortified military compound ahead. The night air is thick with tension as both immortals hunker down behind the dense foliage, blending into the shadows. The compound before them is heavily guarded—watchtowers loom like silent sentinels, high fences crackle with electricity, and patrols move in precise, calculated rhythms.
It's clear that whatever is hidden within those walls is of immense importance, a secret so potent that those in power would go to any lengths to keep it contained.
