The grand hall of the vampire council was heavy with silence, shadows pooling around the nine thrones that encircled the room. The meeting was tense, each leader's expression reflecting their unease. The obsidian throne at the far end, the Tenth Seat, stood cold and lifeless—until now.
Darius, the first leader, known for his power of blood solidification, broke the silence. "The Tenth Seat. It remains unlit. This... changes everything."
Lydia, the master of blood puppetry, narrowed her eyes. "If Tahir's family has indeed defied us, the balance we've kept is at risk."
Kain, whose blood regeneration made him nearly invincible, shifted in his chair. "We need to know the truth behind this. Why now?"
Selene, who wielded blood mirage, spoke softly. "The flame of the Tenth has not been lit for decades. We need to understand why it's stirring."
