Cain stared at the three cocoons in silence.
The noise behind him continued to grow louder with every passing second, yet none of it entered his mind properly. The cheers, the excited voices, the endless praises directed toward the Moonshade family, all of it became distant, blurred into meaningless background noise as his eyes remained locked onto the cocoons that floated quietly in the air.
Ivira.
Cornelia.
Faith.
The three of them remained wrapped in dense layers of blood energy, the cocoon-like shells pulsing slowly as if breathing, each pulse releasing faint ripples into the surroundings. The red light around them was no longer violent like before. It had become calmer, steadier, yet far deeper than earlier, carrying a pressure that ordinary vampires could barely endure if they stood too close.
