The atmosphere in the Palace of Bones grew heavier as Tatiana's words hung in the air, the weight of her conviction filling the grand hall.
Mictlantecuhtli and Mictecacihuatl exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable save for a flicker of something—amusement, curiosity, or perhaps even disbelief.
Mictecacihuatl leaned forward slightly, her crimson eyes narrowing with faint amusement.
"The princess of Crimson Fall seeks a boon not for herself, but for a mortal? How peculiar. Vampires do not often concern themselves with the affairs of others, especially those of another race."
Mictlantecuhtli chuckled softly, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through the chamber.
"Indeed, it is rare. Tell me, Princess, why does this mortal matter to you?"
Tatiana straightened, her gaze unwavering despite the suffocating aura of the two gods.
