It was a shock of magnitude. A clash like the world can only contain one of at a time. An intimate chaos, shattered beneath the gaze of a blind sky. A battle with no possible witness — for no one could have understood what they were seeing. There weren't two enemies here. There was a father. A daughter. A sacred plague. A forgotten miracle. A confrontation between the being who had imposed himself upon the world as a living sin, a myth of blood and temptation, and the one who, despite her age, despite the fear, despite history, had found her place among the vampires — not through cunning, nor pity, but through merit, through sheer will. Fire and blood. Claws and hammer.
And then, they unleashed.
Five seconds.
Just five seconds.
