Kael Veyris blinked, leaving the Empire behind.
With a casual thought, he folded space, landing in a world bathed in crimson twilight.
The air was thick, alive. Not oppressive calculating.
Before him stretched the Blood Veil Realm, where Vampire Gods, Eldritch Nobles, and ancient predatory races ruled.
Vampire lords glided elegantly on bridges of black crystal.
Elderly dragons coiled in mistshrouded towers.
Beings Kael had never cataloged whispered in tongues older than most universes.
A figure detached itself from the shadows: Lord Tharvyn, Vampire God of the Eternal Hunt, towering, crimson eyes glowing.
Tharvyn: Who dares step into the Blood Veil Realm
Kael's expression remained calm, his aura rippling faintly.
Kael: The one who owns multiverses.
And the one curious to see what your little corner of existence looks like.
Tharvyn's fangs glimmered in a predatory smile.
Tharvyn: Hah. Bold. Many who enter here are consumed before they speak two sentences.
Kael tilted his head, faint smirk:
Kael: I'm rarely eaten.
Usually the eater regrets trying.