Bloodbath
The assembled leaders of the world's mightiest clans stood in solemn unity, their forms casting long shadows upon the grand ethereal floor, the air thick with the weight of their power.
Each carried the mark of their heritage, an aura so dense that it could warp the very fabric of reality.
The Queen of Vampires, Elara Bloodmoon, stood at the farthest end of the room, her presence cool, yet undeniably sharp.
The sharpness of her fangs was mirrored in the unyielding sharpness of her gaze.
Her voice was a silken weapon, gliding through the silence like a knife.
Yet, it was her smile that commanded the room, not the blade she so deftly wielded.
"Let us end this"
She began, her tone velvety yet cutting.
"The time has come to decide who will stand as the face of our races. How do we choose the one who will represent us all?"
Her words were deliberate, measured, and heavy with expectation.