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Inwardly, Liam cursed. He'd swear physically, but not when under such scrutiny from all four angles.
There were four parties involved.
The vampires, the Dual Imperialists, the allies, and the Temple.
And now, Kuan had arrived.
He wore his usual platinum robe, a mane of glorious golden hair falling over his shoulders.
'Stupid prick was biding his time,' Liam cursed. 'And now he shows up.'
And there was probably nothing Liam could do about his presence.
'I'm gonna lose my mind if another powerhouse appears.'
No matter how tight knit the alliance was with the Temple of Shadow, a Rank 6 powerhouse had too much authority for it to matter.
In general terms, this meeting was between Liam and Alucard, giving them more or less an equal ground to negotiate on.
Power dynamics were a thing.
And now, with Kuan's arrival, that equal ground had shifted significantly.