Chapter 62 Warmt

• As the faceless vampires finished their grisly feast, the grand hall of Sandro's castle fell into an uneasy silence. Sandro retreated to his throne, his expression thoughtful as he considered his next move. And Angela, her heart heavy with the weight of her choices, turned and left the hall, the echoes of the witches' final cries still ringing in her ears.
• Sheila stood before the grand gates of the Queen’s palace, her heart a flutter of nerves. The towering structure, with its marble pillars and ornate carvings, loomed above her, a testament to the grandeur and power that resided within. The guards, clad in gleaming armor, stood at attention as they recognized her. Their faces were stoic, but their eyes betrayed a hint of reverence. Sheila was, after all, the High Priestess—a figure of great importance, even in the presence of royalty.
• “High Priestess Sheila,” one of the guards greeted, bowing low. “The Queen is expecting you.”