Pheonix Blood Plan For Leverage

Azarath's advisors stood in silence, none daring to speak. A messenger had just delivered the news of the Draconian Vampire's attack, the brutal devastation leaving no survivors. This was no ordinary skirmish—this was a declaration of war.

One of Azarath's trusted generals stepped forward, his expression hard. "Your Majesty, we must retaliate. If we do nothing, it will show weakness to our enemies and to our people."

Azarath's eyes burned with the inner fire that ran through his bloodline. "Do they think they can invade our lands and slaughter our people without consequence? We will burn them to ash!" He pointed to the map of Darkblorne with a vengeance. "Summon the warriors. We march on their borders."

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One of the Phoenix Blood advisors, a cautious man with graying hair, hesitated. "Your Majesty, if we attack now, we risk a full-scale war with the vampires. Their Draconian Vampires are unlike any of our forces…"