The vampire raised both hands, and the air around her thickened, darkened, as if the very shadows were bleeding into the light. Her crown of thorns pulsed with each word she spoke, the dark halo feeding on her power, amplifying it.
"Blood Dominion: Crimson Cataclysm."
The spell erupted from her palms as a storm. Blood rained from the ceiling, from the walls, from the very stones beneath their feet. It fell in sheets, in torrents, in drowning waves that swept through the storehouse like a living thing. The soldiers screamed as the blood touched them—burning, searing, eating through armor and flesh alike.
Serris's voice rose above the chaos, raw with fury. "Bastard... her attacks are getting wider!"
Viks grabbed a fallen soldier, dragging him behind a crate, her silver aura flaring to push back the tide. Her voice was sharp, commanding, cutting through the panic.
"We hold our ground and counterattack! I'll draw her attention—keep firing from range!"
