BREAK HIS SOUL

The dimly lit throne room of the Vampire Queen echoed with the low murmur of her ministers discussing various matters of dominance, territory, and the ceaseless power struggles among the supernatural. In the midst of the whispers, the Queen reclined on her throne, her gaze lost in thought. She was a figure of eerie majesty, her presence a haunting embodiment of death itself. The news of Xavier's necromantic practices had ignited a spark of intrigue within her. Here was a werewolf—a creature of instinct and strength—tampering with forces far beyond his nature. She could hardly let such potential go unchecked. But tonight, she would do more than merely observe; tonight, she'd make a statement.