Divine Intervention

Atenzi lay unconscious, his battered body a testament to the ferocity of his duel with Genghis Khan.

A death match between two men, a raw display of beauty.

The great warlord's corpse lay nearby, a grim reminder of the price of defeat.

Báthory knelt beside Atenzi, her pale fingers gently brushing a strand of blood-matted hair from his face. "Get our best healers," she commanded, her voice brooking no argument. "He is not to die.

Do you understand?"

As vampire medics rushed to tend to their fallen champion, the rest of the army began the grim task of dealing with the defeated centaurs.

Weapons were being collected, prisoners corralled.

The air was thick with tension, the centaurs eyeing their captors warily, waiting for the inevitable reprisals to begin.

Suddenly, a change came over the battlefield.

The air grew heavy, charged with an energy that set everyone's teeth on edge.