The twin moons of Naaim cast an eerie glow over Bloodmire as Atenzi supervised the final preparations for their journey.
Vampire servants scurried about, loading ornate carriages with supplies and diplomatic gifts. The air thrummed with nervous energy, a palpable tension that set Atenzi's enhanced senses on edge.
Báthory emerged from the castle, her pale skin almost luminous in the moonlight.
She approached Atenzi, her movements fluid and predatory. "Is everything ready, my champion?"
Atenzi nodded, his golden-crimson eyes scanning the assembled caravan. "Yes, though I still think this is a risk.
Leaving Bloodmire exposed-"
Báthory's cool finger on his lips silenced him. "Hush now.
We've discussed this.
The opportunity Alexander offers is too great to ignore." Her eyes gleamed with an intensity that made Atenzi uneasy. "Besides, I have you by my side.
What could possibly threaten us?"
