The moon hung high in the ink-black sky, casting silvery light over the barren cliffs of the deserted isle. Wind howled through the night, carrying the whispers of something... no, someone approaching.
The only sounds were the occasional flutter of wings and the soft rustle of wind brushing against scorched grass. Every candidate in the vicinity, whether vampire or human, held their breath. The tension in the air was razor-sharp—like a storm waiting to explode.
A tension unlike anything before crept into the air, and the temperature seemed to drop as shadows stirred unnaturally. Then—
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A hush swept through the area as the shadows themselves seemed to shiver.
And then—
A rhythmic sound of heels echoed across the stone floor. A figure stepped out from the thick darkness, white hair gleaming under the moonlight like woven starlight her steps silent but commanding. Her amethyst violet eyes glimmered with confidence and danger, reflecting the faint shimmer of mana that wreathed her form.
Her skin was porcelain, untouched by blemish or battle. Amethyst Violet Eyes sparkled with intelligence and hidden mischief. The faintest pink tint colored her cheeks, not from exertion, but the natural grace of someone born to rule.
A brooch shaped like a miniature sword and shield rested over her heart — a subtle sign that she wasn’t just royalty, but a warrior too.
Trailing behind her were several human candidates, all dressed in armor and magic-resistant gear. But none dared step ahead of the girl in front.
She wore a attire that was not only made for battle—but also for royalty. A flowing dress of ivory and sapphire silk embroidered with stardust-thread, armor-plated at the shoulders with a magical alloy glistening like enchanted metal.
A cape lined with feathers from the mythical Sky Phoenix fluttered behind her, untouched by the wind. Jewels set in delicate gold circlets framed her forehead and glimmered with magic sigils—each one a symbol of nobility and power.
"She looks... like someone out of a legend," a human candidate who was a captive whispered in awe forgetting that he can be eliminated anytime now.
Lilith’s crimson eyes narrowed as her gaze locked onto the girl. And then it clicked.
"Charlotte Evans Avaloria," Seraphina muttered beside her. "The first princess of the Human Empire..."
Even Lilith’s expression shifted slightly in acknowledgment—though her cold smile quickly returned.
Charlotte’s beauty was divine yet dangerous. Her skin was porcelain pale, as if kissed by moonlight itself.
Her long lashes framed eyes that held untold authority. Every step she took felt choreographed, like a dancer’s, yet her presence screamed battlefield royalty—lethal elegance with a crown.
She walked straight toward Seraphina, her smile warm but her aura anything but.
"Sera," Charlotte greeted smoothly, extending her hand. "Glad to see the intel was correct. Looks like someone was indeed hoarding candidates like candies."
Lilith’s lips curled upward into a faint grin. "You flatter me."
Hearing the voice Charlotte turned her full attention toward Lilith, meeting her gaze directly. There was no fear in her eyes—only confidence.
Seraphina scoffed lightly. "You really brought an army for this Char?"
Charlotte’s eyes twinkled. "Better safe than sorry."
Then her gaze shifted—and met Lilith’s directly.
The vampire princess stood unshaken. Her long dark gown billowed like ink in the air, and her vampiric aura danced like bloodfire.Her pale skin glowed under the moonlight, her dark dress fluttered in the breeze like living shadow.
Blood-red eyes glowed faintly, mirroring the moon itself. She radiated a dangerous type of charm .
There was no need to posture. Her presence did that for her.
With arms lightly crossed, she stared at the two intruders—no, the two interlopers—who dared to tread on her growing dominion. Her lips curled upward slightly, amusement dancing behind crimson lashes.
But Charlotte smiled, stepping close.
"Glad to finally meet you Princess Lilith. Thanks for gathering all these candidates for me," Charlotte said with a playful grin, placing a gloved hand on her hip. "So we can eliminate and rack up some serious points."
Charlotte’s voice remained sweet. "Your reputation do you justice. Ruthless, efficient, cold-blooded... and undeniably stylish. That dress of yours is to die for."
Lilith raised a brow. "Flattery from you? Should I be honored or concerned?"
"Both," Charlotte replied smoothly, stepping forward. " I only bothers with compliments when they are deserved."
The humans behind her chuckled nervously.
Lilith smirked. "How charming."
After that Lilith didn’t respond with words. Instead—
She laughed.
Lilith blinked. Then she started laughing. Not the chuckle of amusement, but a bone-chilling, regal laugh that made the air itself tremble.
The pressure that surged from her body was suffocating. Even the blood in everyone’s veins felt like it had turned into liquid fire, pulsing and thrashing wildly.
"You’re cute," Lilith purred darkly. "But you’ve just walked into my garden of nightmares."
With a flick of her pale finger, a sudden ripple of energy shimmered across the battlefield.
Snap.
The vampire followers behind her suddenly stood taller, groaning as if chains had been lifted.
The gravity magic that had pinned her vampire followers shattered like glass.
Dozens of vampires hissed and rose with gleaming red eyes, fangs bared and weapons ready.
"I guess things just got a lot more interesting," Lilith said, lips curling into a deadly smile. "I get to eliminate not only the rising noble Seraphina, but also the precious princess of the Human Empire. Lucky me."
Lilith’s eyes glowed faintly. " But you’re brave, I’ll give you that. Or stupid. I haven’t decided yet."
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