Kael's smile lacked warmth.
It wasn't satisfaction.
It wasn't amusement.
It was… confirmation.
Something falling into place.
"Ah… that's good," he said, his voice low, almost too soft for the scene before him.
The four vampires remained motionless, trapped by the ice that still dominated their limbs, their bodies tense between pain, fear, and the desperate need to understand who—or what—was before them. The cold didn't lessen, but it didn't advance either. It was an imposed limit. A silent reminder that their lives were suspended by a decision.
Kael walked slowly among them.
Without haste.
Without worry.
His footsteps echoed softly in the empty street, contrasting with the vampires' ragged breathing.
He stopped before the one who had spoken.
"Start from the beginning," he said. "And choose your words carefully."
