But while the shouts and admirations continued in a thunderous roar that could be heard miles away, in another part of the arena things were different.
Far from the masses, seated high above in a reserved section, a cluster of noble vampires watched the spectacle in a far more subdued manner. Their admiration was measured, their tones hushed, and their expressions a mix of irritation and calculation. Unlike the humans below who lost themselves in worship, these ones whispered among themselves, their crimson eyes gleaming with quiet disapproval.
"I don't like this," a finely dressed man muttered, his voice sharp with disdain. He sat with the posture of one long accustomed to being listened to and obeyed. His red eyes burned faintly, a controlled fire of annoyance. "The priests and priestesses in the Temple of the God of Light are already insufferable. Now they have a messenger—a girl—with obvious powers?" He scoffed. "It is dangerous."
