Everyone was collectively shocked to see that not a single one of them could move, the air thick with an almost suffocating tension, not even the hunters that surrounded the vampires, intent on killing them the second they got the go-ahead, their fingers frozen mid‑curl around weapons, breaths caught halfway in their lungs.
It was almost like whatever free will they had suddenly vanished into the air, leaving them frozen and helpless, their bodies stiff and unresponsive, muscles locked in place as panic screamed inside their minds with nowhere to go.
Lord Virelle, Lord Noctare, Lord Drehk, and Lord Lythari on the vampire's side couldn't move, and neither could the council members on the werewolf side, their expressions a mixture of fear and disbelief, eyes darting wildly despite their bodies refusing to obey.
