The hall fell into a suffocating silence as an entourage of red-haired men entered, their synchronized footsteps echoing ominously against the polished obsidian floor. They were pale-skinned, their crimson eyes glowing faintly under the dim lights, reflecting an unnatural luster that chilled the hearts of even the most battle-hardened warriors present.
Clad in sleek red armor, adorned with intricate black designs that twisted like vines of shadow, each wore nose masks shaped like snarling fangs. The armor, though beautiful, radiated an oppressive aura—an intense, bloody pressure that seemed to sap the very warmth from the room. There was no mistaking their identities. Vampires. But not just any vampires—these were the elite warriors of the Smith Clan.
