GrandLord Dreath's command did not echo the way it usually did.
It did not ripple outward with unquestioned authority, nor did it immediately compel movement from those who stood beneath him. The words had been spoken clearly, firmly, with the same tone that once made entire regions kneel without hesitation, yet this time, the response was different.
No one moved.
Not a single vampire stepped forward.
Not one dared to approach the fallen bodies that lay scattered across the shattered ground.
They heard him.
Every single one of them heard him.
But their bodies refused.
Their instincts held them back.
Their eyes remained fixed on the Moonshade family members, not out of curiosity anymore, but out of a deep, lingering fear that had not yet faded even after those figures had collapsed.
Their skins still carried a faint red hue.
Not as intense as before.
Not burning like earlier.
But still there.
Still present.
Still reminding everyone of what had just happened.
"…Go."
