Let's create some space

Martha’s voice was a cold knife against the still air. "The House of Lucian has taken up this mission: to eradicate every existing member of the Upir family." Her tone held no room for mercy. "This is your punishment for the attempted resurrection and the unprovoked massacre of humans and Monitors. Even if it costs us our lives, we will see it done."

She tied her yellow jacket around her waist, revealing a fitted, light-green under-layer—sleek and battle-ready.

With a measured, almost ritualistic motion, Martha unsheathed her blade.

The weapon was ethereal, its blade a crystal-clear material, thin and sharp as a whisper.

Light refracted through it, giving it a ghostly shimmer.

The casual, mocking smiles that had earlier danced on the duo’s faces were gone.

Their expressions now mirrored the stillness of a calm before a storm.

As they began to move forward, their steps slow but inexorable, a wave of murderous intent washed over the expanse.