"Father!" Louis's voice cracked, disbelief and horror clouding his features as he stared at the lifeless form of the Duke of Windmill, his father, now a vampire and shot in the heart.
Everything seemed to flash by too fast. The world around him blurred.
He stood there, frozen, his whole body trembling, unable to react, his mind struggling to process the nightmare unfolding before his eyes.
Julius, sensing the distraction, seized the opportunity. Without hesitation, he rushed to Maverick, grabbing his hand in a desperate attempt to pull him away. "We have to go! Now!" Julius's voice shook, urgency dripping from every word.
But Maverick didn't move. He stood rooted to the spot, his eyes fixated on the chaos around them. His body stiffened in defiance.
"What are you doing?" Julius pleaded, tugging harder at Maverick's arm. "You need to leave! Right now!"
Maverick's eyes flared with rage. He flicked Julius's grip away, his voice low and sharp.
