As Adam adjusted his mask, the metallic edge pressed coldly against his skin.
His black combat attire clung to his frame, enhancing the aura of anonymity and menace he sought.
Though the mask concealed his face, Tayo didn't need to see his expression to understand his intent.
She floated near him, her radiant golden form pulsating with anticipation.
Adam's gaze was fixed on the mall in the distance, its barricaded entrance teeming with chaos. "Do what you do best, Tayo," he said simply, his voice calm but resolute.
Tayo nodded, her golden wings spreading wide. Without hesitation, she soared toward the cluster of vampires attacking the mall's gates.
Her small frame moved with graceful precision, her light piercing the night.
The vampires, engrossed in their savage assault, initially didn't notice her approach. But one of them—a tall, gaunt figure with bloodshot eyes—paused.
