In the center of the rune-lit chamber…
Fowler's voice broke the silence.
"Most of you are probably wondering why I called this meeting."
He glanced around the room. The air was thick—old power, old grudges.
"Last night… a blood moon rose," he said, his voice calm but firm. "We all know what that means. A new age is coming. One that could swallow us whole if we're not ready."
As he spoke, his mind flashed back to the previous night—the moment the sky turned crimson and the world shifted. He felt it. Everyone did.
"Monsters have started showing up in bigger numbers. But my daughter, along with your boy, has been handling it. Gotta admit, he's got talent—moves like a natural-born hunter. Shame he's a vampire."
Fowler turned to Vulpina, his voice laced with dry sarcasm.
"Too bad. With those skills, one of the vampire clans will come knocking soon."
