She hates blades
The ancient stone walls of the vampire city faded into the distance as Blake, Reggie, and Randall set out on their journey home. Their satchels were heavy with the hard-won ingredients for the ritual - each item a testament to their determination and resourcefulness. As they passed through the city gates, a pair of smoldering red eyes watched from a high tower window, radiating malevolence.
Inside the castle, a figure shrouded in darkness seethed with rage. His voice, barely more than a whisper, carried centuries of bitterness and contempt. "This isn't over," he hissed. "You may think you've won, but you'll soon learn your place. Humans... vampires... all of you will come to understand that you are not the apex predators you believe yourselves to be."
The dark presence retreated deeper into the shadows, his laughter echoing through empty halls. "Run home, little vampires. Your struggles only delay the inevitable."