Chapter 78. The Battle

VESTA

I mounted my horse and rode to the frontlines where my soldiers stood, their faces set in grim determination. We had prepared for this moment, but nothing could truly prepare us for the reality of it.

The first wave of vampires surged from the shadows, their eyes glowing like hellfire, their bodies moving with unnatural speed. The night was alive with the sound of clashing metal, guttural growls, and the screams of both men and beasts.

I fought with ferocity, every swing of my sword an extension of my will to survive. Not that these dogs could kill me anyway.

I swung my blade cutting through vampire flesh like a knife through butter, the smell of their burning skin filling the air. The battle was brutal, relentless. Each time I thought we were gaining ground, another wave would descend upon us, more vampires than I had ever seen.

Just when it seemed like the vampires were closing in on us from every side, the ground shook again—this time with a di