The vampire huntress crossed the realm's outskirts, cloaked in the illusion of the eclipse she created herself. White fire curled around the fused edges of her own starlight, the remnants of Korrath's core still burning bright in her chest. Two red moons loomed over the blackened city.
Selene did not come to ask questions this time.
She came to collect.
The capital bore the scars of the last siege, the reconstructed parts of the city juxtaposed with the ruined ones. The Origin Clan's patrols kept watch at the higher levels while shadow guards took care of the streets, their presence more prominent than before. Though the city was on edge, it was unprepared for what followed right after the vampire huntress dropped the illusion in the center of the capital square.
