They came like a flood that had learned how to break walls.
The reddened Moonshade family did not hesitate after surviving the impossible. The explosion that should have erased them had only carved deeper lines into their bodies, only drawn out more blood, only awakened something that refused to die. Their wounds were still there, raw and open, yet already tightening, already closing, their flesh knitting together at a pace that made the surrounding vampires stare in disbelief.
And their eyes—
Burned.
Not just with anger anymore.
But with something sharper.
Something aware.
Something that had begun to understand.
GrandLord Dreath did not wait.
He moved.
