"It's my prey. Leave."
Katherine's voice was calm, but the pressure behind it was unmistakable.
Her crimson eyes were locked onto the looming figure standing across from her, her fingers resting lightly on the hilt of her dagger as if she could draw it at any moment.
The air around her carried a faint chill mixed with the metallic scent of blood, subtle yet oppressive.
Gaelion barely spared her a glance.
"Don't get in my way, Vampire Princess," he said, his tone flat and dismissive, as if he were brushing aside a kid rather than addressing royalty.
His gaze roamed the clearing instead, scanning the grass, the wind, and the faint distortions in mana. He was searching for something specific, and Katherine was clearly not it.
The tension between them thickened, but before it could erupt,
"You both… Don't you feel something is strange?"
