Three years had passed since the standoff in the starfire realm.
The sealed universe had found its peace, the realms mending the wounds of battle and sealing the borders with even more caution than before. Old alliances were kept, if for no reason than the uncertainty of consequences should they be severed. The Vampire Realm remained one of the safest places, the twin moons watching over the black cities and their hanging districts that had been rebuilt stronger than before. Lucian and the Origin Clan kept order, Damaris holding the same quiet power he had before his return. The life went on, as it always did.
But something was wrong.
It started with absences.
