~ Reagan's POV~As Reagan stood there, gazing out at the vast open space in front of him, it felt like the land was laid bare, revealing its secrets to those who dared to venture forth. He could sense the barrier there that was carefully crafted to keep intruders at bay, obscuring their vision and shielding them from the mysteries that lay ahead. However, being a vampire granted Reagan a unique advantage—he possessed the extraordinary ability to perceive what lay hidden to others.Despite the daunting presence of the invisible barrier, Reagan could sense a remarkable shift in the temperature as he approached its edge. It was as if this particular area operated under different natural laws. The air grew chilly, causing a shiver to crawl up his spine. It was a bone-chilling cold, one that seemed to penetrate through every layer of clothing. Looking down, he noticed that the ground was completely transformed, covered in a thick layer of ice. This ice was not like the delicate frost on
~ Lumiére's POV~Lumiére kept running his hand through his hair again and again. He was getting more and more frustrated with each passing minute, and it was obvious to everyone in the room that he was not in the mood to deal with whatever problem they were discussing."I get what you're saying, but I don't see why you want to change the date... it's already perfect!" Lord Ramona said, trying to stay calm and understanding.Lumiére quietly mumbled to himself, trying to relax in his seat. Somehow, the news had spread to the other Sanctuaries that he had found his future wife.Because of this, the Lords of those Sanctuaries had called for a meeting at the fortress, but it annoyed Lumiére that Reagan, the person who got him into this mess, wasn't there to suffer with him.The room felt tense, as everyone could sense Lumiére's frustration. He was clearly carrying a lot of responsibility and feeling a lot of pressure."I didn't say it wasn't perfect... I'm just saying there's a lot that ne
~ Lumiére's POV~Within less than half an hour, Lumiére found himself deep within the thicket of the woods, following the very route that led to the lands of the outlaws. These lands were positioned closer to the North Sanctuary than any other Sanctuary, and this proximity set off warning signals in Lumiére's mind. It was too much to be a coincidence.He cautiously slowed his pace as he neared the first set of Sentinels who were guarding the area.As Lumiére passed by, the Sentinels bowed respectfully to him, but he didn't even spare them a glance. He had grown accustomed to this kind of reverence. What did catch his attention, however, was the sight of a considerable number of Sentinels in the vicinity, all dressed in their distinctive violet Sentinel attire adorned with the insignia of the High Lord. The tension in the air was palpable as Lumiére made his way through the crowd, scanning for any signs of Arin.With his back turned towards him, Arin's vampire instincts kicked in, a
~ Lumiére’s POV~He had already sent the message to the outlaws, and he knew deep down that they wouldn't dare keep the powerful High Lord waiting for long."What are we waiting for exactly?" Arin curiously inquired, just as he caught sight of them.Lumiére's gaze turned towards the figures approaching in the distance. It was the very outlaw Vampires he had reached out to, the ones he had summoned. Though the invisible barrier tried its best to obscure their view, Lumiére's sharp eyesight allowed him to discern the outline of the approaching vampires, making out their forms across the vast, frigid expanse of land.Among them, Lumiére easily identified the leader of the outlaws, a distinctive smirk creeping onto his face. This man stood out from the rest of the group, not due to his height, but rather because of his short and sturdy build. Unlike any vampire Lumiére had encountered before, he was clad in an abundance of clothing that covered his body, an unusual sight in the vampire w
~ Lumiére’s POV~He had already sent the message to the outlaws, and he knew deep down that they wouldn't dare keep the powerful High Lord waiting for long."What are we waiting for exactly?" Arin curiously inquired, just as he caught sight of them.Lumiére's gaze turned towards the figures approaching in the distance. It was the very outlaw Vampires he had reached out to, the ones he had summoned. Though the invisible barrier tried its best to obscure their view, Lumiére's sharp eyesight allowed him to discern the outline of the approaching vampires, making out their forms across the vast, frigid expanse of land.Among them, Lumiére easily identified the leader of the outlaws, a distinctive smirk creeping onto his face. This man stood out from the rest of the group, not due to his height, but rather because of his short and sturdy build. Unlike any vampire Lumiére had encountered before, he was clad in an abundance of clothing that covered his body, an unusual sight in the vampire w
~ Raven's POV~Raven felt extremely bored that morning. She had woken up at the super early time of three in the morning, as there was absolutely nothing to keep her occupied. So, she decided to explore the entire house, which was so gigantic that it seemed like it was built for a whole bunch of people, even though only a few actually lived there.To her understanding, Uncle Ben, Jansen, Achim, and the rest of the staff were supposed to reside in the house, and maybe Nolan. But strangely enough, she couldn't find any of them anywhere. It's quite puzzling because they are Night Watchers, a group of people who should be wide awake during the night, protecting everyone from the creatures of the dark. However, it seems like this particular group preferred to snooze through the very same night they should be out there battling those vampires.Raven decided to take the first hallway on the left and strolled along its length. As she walked, she noticed several closed doors, but she wasn't
~ Raven's POV~As Jansen's eyes met Achim's, she could sense a mix of irritation and fondness, as if their relationship was a complicated blend of friendship and playful banter." Seriously, you came here to avoid me?" Jansen muttered.“ Dude go away and let me sleep…” Achim mumbled.Jansen quickly glanced in their direction, saying a quick "good morning" before walking over to where Achim was resting and started shaking him."Come on, let's do this together...just one time," Jansen begged.She raised an eyebrow, curious about what they were talking about."No...you said that the last time and the time before that, and honestly, all morning. I really need to sleep, Jansen. I don't want to spar with you...it's tiring," Achim grumbled.Spar? So they were training? And here she thought they were all sleeping. Well, if Achim didn't want to spar with Jansen, maybe she could test her strength. Even though she was still relying on instincts and might not know how to defend herself properly,
~ Raven's POV~Raven's attention was solely fixed on Jansen, her opponent in the fighting ring. Never before had she felt such intense focus directed towards one person. Jansen smirked, which only fueled her determination as she circled him.Although she couldn't explain how she knew, Raven sensed that Jansen was actively searching for any vulnerability he could exploit. It was as if he was studying her every move, searching for an opportunity to gain an upper hand. Suddenly, Jansen made his move, launching a punch directly at her face. Reacting instinctively, Raven swiftly evaded the attack, leaping away to the other side of the ring."Attack instead of just defending," Jansen grumbled, his frustration evident in his voice. She really didn’t know what that means. Everything she was doing in the ring was based solely on her instincts and reflexes. Jansen struck again, this time grabbing her in the middle and swiftly throwing her over his shoulders. Raven hit the ground hard, and