Cain did not move from where he stood among the Moonshade family.
He had remained there the entire time, half-hidden among bodies that were either trembling from what they had witnessed or frozen in place because their minds had not yet caught up with what had unfolded before them. To anyone looking, he was just another figure caught in the aftermath, another vampire stunned by the collapse of order, another presence overshadowed by the towering figures of GrandLord Dreath, Lord Vord, and Elder Achilor.
But his eyes—
Were clear.
Focused.
And alive with calculation.
"…So even that…"
His gaze lingered on the battlefield, on the broken forms of the reddened Moonshade members who still tried to rise despite everything, on the drained form of Dreath who now stood like a hollow remnant of his former self, on the trembling field of blood energy that had not yet fully settled.
"…They still lived through it…"
His thoughts moved quietly.
Quickly.
And then—
He acted.
