Blood Burn Fiend—Pyris Arrives?

The air buzzed with something unspoken. The usual liveliness of the district was tinged with an underlying tension, a shift in the fabric of the city itself. Even the skyline shimmered with a sense of inevitability, as if the city itself was holding its breath.

Something was happening. And at the heart of this unseen storm—

A confrontation. Silent Night stood unmoving, her sharp gaze fixed on the two figures before her. Clad in black from head to toe, their presence was more than just ominous—it was suffocating. She knew who they were.

Or rather—what they represented.

Her fingers twitched slightly at her sides. A part of her had expected something like this. The moment she learned of Dracula's dealings with House Obsidian, it was only a matter of time before his fangs turned toward her.

A cold smirk ghosted her lips.

"So… Dracula has finally decided to bare his fangs, huh?" Her voice was calm—too calm.