Kael stood on the edge of one of the tallest buildings in the imperial capital, the cold night wind gently tugging at the fabric of his clothes as his eyes scanned the city below with calculated attention, as if trying to see something no one else could see. The city seemed tranquil at first glance—lit streets, guards patrolling at predictable intervals, taverns still open with scattered laughter echoing through the night—but that was only the surface, a convenient illusion. Beneath that carefully maintained order, something was stirring. Something wrong. And Kael felt it clearly. Vampires didn't disappear like that without reason, and when they appeared in human territories, even more so in a scattered, hidden way, it was never random. He closed his eyes for a moment, expanding his perception, trying to capture any distortion in the surrounding mana, any presence that deviated from normality. But it was like looking for needles in an entire field of iron. Many signs, few answers.
