As the doors of the meeting hall closed behind them, Damien's mind buzzed with questions and anticipation.
The presence of Eldric and Ophelia had revealed the deeper tensions within the Sanguis Clan, and Damien could sense that whatever awaited them at the bloodkeep would challenge him in ways he had yet to imagine. Most especially, because of his identity as a human.
Lilith strode ahead with her usual grace, her steps echoing softly in the vast corridors. Damien followed closely, but his thoughts were preoccupied.
The words the emissaries had spoken rattled in his mind. What kind of war were the High Lords preparing for? And what role did Lilith play in all of this?
Damien glanced at her as they walked, trying to read her thoughts, but Lilith's expression was as unreadable as ever. Her confidence was unwavering, but there was something about her that seemed deeper, something she was holding back.
