The room was posh and exquisitely designed. Bright lights illuminated every corner, an intentional choice. The alchemist clearly anticipated her arrival and sought to bathe the space in as much light as possible, assuming it would weaken her.
"Did he foresee my approach?" Elizalina mused, her sharp gaze scanning the room. She shook her head dismissively.
"Even if he did, it matters not. Light holds no dominion over me."
Elizalina was no ordinary vampire; the power of the sun coursed through her veins. She was called Sol for a reason. However, she knew better than to let overconfidence cloud her judgment. Underestimating an opponent had nearly cost her life during her battle with Carrisa. She vowed not to repeat that mistake.
