[Third Person].
It was over—the challenge, the fight, the struggle. Everyone thought this was the end. But just then, with the last of her strength, Estella moved.
Her fingers shot upward and deeply plunged into Meredith's shoulders. The pain was sharp and unexpected.
Meredith's body jerked, and her grip loosened just enough for Estella to tear herself free.
Meredith staggered back a step as blood soaked through her shoulder where Estella's claws had struck.
"Meredith!" Draven's voice thundered, alarm breaking through his composure.
Before Meredith could recover, the remaining vampire soldiers surged forward. They seized Estella, and in a blur of dark motion, they retreated towards the shattered entrance.
Meredith lunged forward in an effort to stop them. Sadly, it was too late. Their forms dissolved into shadows and speed, vanishing beyond the palace gates.
But Estella's voice lingered, echoing through the fractured hall.
