Hidden in the darkness, Veyna's breath hitched as her eyes widened, watching the events unfold before her. This was far beyond what she had anticipated. Silent Night, one of Drakos' most trusted operatives, was supposed to be dead by now, her body nothing but a smoldering heap. And yet…
Everything was going horribly wrong.
Her fingers twitched as she discreetly reached into her coat, pulling out a small, enchanted communication crystal. She pressed it between her fingers, attempting to send a distress call to Dracula. But—
Nothing.
The crystal remained dark, inert.
Her heart pounded. For the first time after so long in centuries, a cold wave of fear crept into her veins.
This space—was cut off.
Isolated.
Completely severed from the outside world.