Two Apex Beasts.

Pyris exhaled slowly, tilting his head as he glanced down at Veyna's unconscious form. Another pawn on the board. Another advantage in his hands. The corner of his lips quirked into a smirk—he was practically tearing into Dracula's empire from the inside out, and the old monster didn't even know it yet.

"Do the honors, Shez."

His voice was smooth, almost bored, as if he were asking for a cup of tea rather than ordering the enslavement of one of Dracula's most trusted nobles.

Shez stepped forward, her dark eyes gleaming with eerie amusement. "As my lord commands."

The moment she raised her hand, an oppressive force settled over the room. The temperature plummeted, the very air growing heavier with an unseen weight. Shez's phantom energy wrapped around Veyna's body, slithering like invisible chains, pressing against her soul itself.