The heavy doors of the inner sanctum groaned as they swung open, revealing the grand hall of the High Lords. The atmosphere shifted immediately, the air thick with the pressure of ancient power.
Massive stone pillars lined the edges of the room, each engraved with the diagrams of ancient vampires, their cold presence representing the history that the Sanguis Clan carried. The ceiling was impossibly high, vanishing into shadow, while torches dance across the polished black stone floor.
At the far end of the hall, seated on thrones made of dark glass, were the High Lords of the Sanguis Clan. They were seven in total. Each one of the figures possessed regal bearings and were imposing in their own right, their centuries of existence evident in the way they carried themselves. Some wore finely tailored robes, others clad in battle-worn armor, but they all radiated an aura of supreme authority.
