Through the vision in the energy ball, the safe house, now eerily quiet with most allies gone to war. Only a handful of guards remained, unaware of the true danger they protected.
"Look closer," the shadow girl whispered. Her elemental trails revealed Rowan slipping back through the wards, his return unremarkable since everyone trusted the grieving fairy leader.
The vision shifted deeper into the house's foundations. There, in a cell reinforced with ancient magic, sat their corrupted sibling. The Ancient vampire's skin no longer bore the marks of supernatural races—just an endless hunger etched into every line.
"He's been fed?" Samantha caught the detail others missed. "But barely enough..."
The starlight girl's mirror-teeth reflected the truth. "A cup of blood daily. Just enough to keep him lucid. To make him remember every moment of his imprisonment."
