The battlefield froze as the hooded figure stepped forward, the tension palpable in the air. Klaus's cruel smile vanished, his blood-red eyes narrowing in confusion. The figure exuded an aura of power, something ancient and raw. It was a power that even Klaus, the hybrid king, had not anticipated.
"Who dares interfere?" Klaus growled, his voice low and dangerous. His claws tightened around Derek's throat, his grip unrelenting as he lifted the weakened alpha off the ground.
The hooded figure stopped just a few feet away from Klaus, completely unfazed by the hybrid's overwhelming presence. Beneath the shadow of the hood, glowing amber eyes locked onto Klaus's crimson ones. "I've waited centuries for this moment, Klaus," the figure said, the voice echoing with a calm yet chilling certainty. "You've ruled long enough. Now it's time for you to fall."
