Meanwhile, a significant shift was occurring in the facility. Deborah had made a bold announcement, declaring that the government had returned control of the facility to the vampires. She urged any hidden vampires to come forth and reclaim their home. Later that evening, several buses were dispatched to transport the vampires who had been hiding in the tunnels back to the facility. Once the transfer was complete, Deborah reclined comfortably in her office, satisfaction radiating from her as she gazed out at the city of Uptown. Suddenly, a portal opened in her office, and Tamara stepped through. How did you get in here? Deborah asked, her demeanor shifting instantly." Henry gave you the magic, "Tamara replied with a sly smile. "It seems you're quite pleased with your new position. But heed my warning: you must teach your people to coexist with humans. No more attacks. They need to learn how to be good. And who are you to instruct me? Deborah retorted, a defiant glare in her eyes. Tamara chuckled, "I was once the leader here. And you were defeated. Deborah's eyes flashed with anger. "You think you can come in here and dictate to me? Must you always resort to violence? Tamara shot back. Now, either tell me your intentions or draw your sword. Deborah reached for the sword resting behind her desk, while Tamara picked up her twin swords, preparing for a confrontation. Tamara stepped backward, carefully opening the door to the room, her heart racing as she sensed the tension in the air. She knew she was entering hostile territory, and the remnants of her earlier visions lingered ominously in her mind. The moment she crossed the threshold, the atmosphere shifted, thickening with palpable dread. Shadows clung to the corners, and she could hear the faint rustle of movement beyond her line of sight. She held her breath, listening intently, her instincts screaming that she was not alone. With cautious determination, she stepped further into the dimly lit space, her eyes darting around, searching for any sign of life. As she moved deeper, the room came into view—a chaotic mess of overturned furniture and scattered belongings, a clear indication of the turmoil that had unfolded. Suddenly, a low growl echoed from the shadows, sending a chill down her spine. Tamara's pulse quickened. She tightened her grip on her sword, the weight of it comforting in her palm. "Show yourself!" she demanded, her voice steady despite the fear clawing at her. From the darkness emerged Deborah, her presence a stark contrast against the disorder surrounding them. Her eyes gleamed with an unsettling mix of confidence and rage, as if she thrived in the chaos. You shouldn't have come here, Tamara, she sneered, stepping into the light. This place is no longer yours. I was here to warn you, Deborah," Tamara replied, her voice unwavering. "We don't have to do this. There's still a chance to make things right. Deborah laughed, a cold, bitter sound that echoed off the walls. "Right? You think I want to return to the days of hiding in the shadows? No, Tamara. I've embraced what I am. I am no longer your puppet. As she spoke, Deborah lunged forward with a swift motion, her claws extended, aiming for Tamara's throat. But Tamara was ready. She sidestepped, evading the attack and swinging her sword in a wide arc. The blade glinted in the dim light as it connected with Deborah's arm, leaving a deep gash. Deborah hissed, retreating just long enough to assess the injury. "You'll pay for that," she spat, her eyes flashing with fury. The air crackled between them, a charged silence before the inevitable clash. With a roar, Deborah charged again, this time using the momentum to perform a spinning kick aimed at Tamara's midsection. Tamara braced herself, catching the blow with her sword, the impact reverberating through her body. The two women were locked in a fierce struggle, each trying to gain the upper hand.They moved like dancers in a deadly ballet, each strike and parry choreographed by instinct and adrenaline. Tamara's heart raced as she lunged forward, her sword glinting in the dim light of the chamber. The sound of steel clashing echoed around them, reverberating against the cold stone walls. Deborah countered with a swift movement, her eyes narrowing as she anticipated Tamara's next move. With a sudden twist, Tamara dodged a vicious slash aimed at her torso. She retaliated with a sharp jab, forcing Deborah to sidestep and regain her footing. The air was thick with tension as they circled each other, both warriors fully aware that one miscalculated move could lead to their downfall. Deborah's breath came in quick gasps, her muscles straining with exertion. "You fight well," she spat, anger and respect mingling in her voice. "But this is my territory! Tamara smirked, her confidence surging. "Territory doesn't matter when you're facing someone who's fought for everything they have. She lunged again, her sword slicing through the air, aiming for Deborah's midsection. Deborah deflected the blow but stumbled back, feeling the force behind Tamara's attack. "You're not going to win this," she hissed, her fury igniting as she gathered her strength for a counterattack. With a quick flourish, she swung her sword in an arc, aiming to disarm Tamara. But Tamara was ready. She dropped low, evading the strike and sweeping Deborah's legs out from under her. Deborah hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of her. Before she could react, Tamara was on her sword poised at her throat. "Yield," Tamara commanded, her voice steady but filled with urgency. "We can end this without more bloodshed. I don't want to kill you, Deborah. I want you to see reason. Deborah glared, her pride wounded, but the glimmer of recognition sparked in her eyes. "You think you can just come in here and dictate terms? She spat, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her uncertainty. I'm not here to dictate. I'm here to save our people. We can't keep fighting among ourselves. Not when there are greater threats out there. Tamara pressed the blade closer, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face. Deborah hesitated, her heart racing as she weighed her options. The fight had taken its toll on her, and deep down, she knew Tamara was right. "What do you propose? She asked, her voice barely above a whisper, the defiance in her eyes beginning to fade. Tamara relaxed slightly, lowering her sword just enough to signal her willingness to negotiate. "We found a way to unite our factions. Teach them coexistence, teach them restraint. We can be stronger together." Deborah's breath steadied as she considered the offer. "And what if I refuse?" she asked, trying to reclaim some semblance of control."Then you risk losing everything, Tamara replied firmly. "Your people need you, Deborah. I need you. Let's end this feud and fight for our survival instead. The weight of the moment hung between them, the air charged with the potential for change. Slowly, Deborah's expression softened as the reality of their situation sank in. "Alright," she said, a hint of resignation in her tone. "I'll yield, but know this: it will take more than words to change what's been set in motion." Tamara nodded, relief washing over her. He retrieved her weapon from Deborah, and immediately made a portal and vanished into it.