The silence that followed Elder Achilor's words did not last long.
It broke, not with hesitation, but with a renewed surge of energy that rolled across the arena like a tidal wave, only this time it was no longer chaotic disbelief or uncontrolled shock, but something far more unified.
Celebration.
A deep, overwhelming celebration that rose from the core of every vampire present.
"They will lead us!"
"They will change everything!"
"The three sisters!"
"The future of our race!"
The chants began low at first, then grew louder, layer upon layer, voice upon voice, until the entire colosseum trembled with their unified cries, each one filled with a fierce pride that seemed to ignite something within the blood of everyone who spoke.
Some vampires raised their arms high, their eyes shining with something close to devotion, while others laughed openly, their earlier restraint completely gone, their joy spilling out without care.
