Back at the vampire settlement,two vampire knights stood side by side, preparing for their mission. They wore dark cloaks lined with silver, and their expressions were serious, eyes narrowed as they spoke in murmurs.
"Do you think the bearer of the tenth seat is really that strong?" one of them, named Viktor, asked, keeping his voice low. He was broad-shouldered, with crimson eyes that hinted at countless battles.
The other knight, a lean figure known as Alaric, chuckled dryly. "If they weren't strong, the council wouldn't be so interested, would they? Anyone chosen as a successor to the tenth seat has to have power worth fearing."
Viktor looked thoughtful, tracing a finger along the hilt of his sword. "But what if it's a baby? I mean, the bearer could be any age, right? Could be as simple as an infant... then what?"
