(Third Person).
Far from the silence of the woods, Duskmoor City burned with chaos.
The night sky glowed with the red shimmer of street fires, and the air was thick with smoke, gunpowder, and blood.
Screams echoed between the tall buildings, blending with the deep, guttural snarls of beasts and the hissing screeches of vampires.
Jeffery stood at the centre of it all, the storm of battle swirling around him. His claws were slick with black blood, his eyes blazing gold under the moon's light as another vampire lunged toward him.
He caught it midair, slammed it hard against a crumbling wall, and snapped its neck in one fluid motion. The creature went limp, sliding down the bricks like a broken doll.
"Push them back!" he roared, his voice carrying over the chaos. "Drive them to the edge of the district!"
