"Call my husband an idiot again, and I'll kill you all with a single strike."
Katharina's voice came out low, guttural, reverberating with an unnatural echo that did not belong to this world. Her eyes became two scarlet slits, and her veins glowed with demonic energy, as if Hell itself pulsed beneath her skin. Behind her, wings of darkness and fire briefly appeared—not physical, but a spiritual manifestation that left everyone frozen for an instant.
The floor cracked beneath her feet.
The aura that spread through the Crimson Chapel was not just violent. It was terrifying, hellish, as if a General of the First Fall had descended from the Abyss and taken form.
All the vampires present — even the elders — instinctively stepped back. Some swallowed hard. Others already had their hands on their weapons, growling or retreating. One of the elders began to chant a protective spell, but stopped when he realized he was shaking too much to complete the words.
