Blood Oaths and Demonic Pacts

The twin moons of Aethoria cast long shadows across the city's winding streets, their ethereal light painting the ancient stonework in shades of silver and deep blue.

In this realm of celestial wonders and cosmic battles, even the night held its breath, waiting for the next act in the grand tournament that would shape the fate of Naaim.

Báthory, Queen of Blood, glided through the darkness with predatory grace.

Her crimson gown whispered against the ground, leaving trails of mist in her wake.

The hunt had been exhilarating, but now her mind raced with the implications of what she had overheard.

As she rounded a corner, she caught sight of a group of mortals huddled in an alleyway.

Their fear was palpable, a scent that made her fangs ache with anticipation.

With a motion as fluid as water, she materialized before them, her crimson eyes gleaming with hunger.