No one spoke for a long time after the sixth drop had settled.
It was not because they had nothing to say, but because their minds could not form the words. Every vampire present, from the lowest guard to the Emperor level rulers who sat high above, stared at Cornelia as if she had become something entirely different from what she was just moments ago.
The Moonshade family, who had been mocked and dismissed not long ago, now stood at the center of attention, and yet even they could not fully understand what they were witnessing. Their hearts beat fast, their thoughts scattered, their eyes locked on the young woman who sat calmly upon the palm as if nothing unusual was happening.
"She… she reached that level…"
One of the Emperor level vampires whispered, his voice low and shaken, as if speaking too loudly would break whatever fragile balance existed in the moment.
"An Emperor level talent… from that family…"
