The battle raged on, but for Vesarius Rage, the world narrowed to one single moment—Zereth in front of him, blood splattered across his pristine coat, a twisted grin stretching across his lips. The vampire lord was fast, but Vesarius was faster. Stronger. More ruthless.
The castle groaned around them, walls trembling under the sheer force of their blows. Shadows flickered in the firelight, stretching and twisting like specters watching the carnage unfold.
Zereth wiped a trail of blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes gleaming with something unhinged.
"This is what I like about you, Alpha. You don't fight for a throne, or power, or even revenge." He tilted his head, voice almost mocking. "You crave chaos, destruction, simply because it's all that you know."
Vesarius didn't respond. Words meant nothing here. Not now. Not in a war where only one would walk away.
