After the intense confrontation with Alena, the air in the coven was thick with exhaustion. The events of the past hours weighed heavily on everyone. Layzal, sensing the collective fatigue, gathered the group in a dimly lit, ornate chamber. The room was adorned with ancient tapestries, each depicting a different era of vampire history. It was a place meant for quiet reflection, but tonight it served as a strategy room for the war that lay ahead.
Layzal, his usually stoic face showing rare signs of strain, addressed the group. "The progress we’ve made today is significant," he began, his voice echoing slightly in the grand chamber. "We’ve uncovered truths that will change the course of this conflict. The lycans… damn them, they were hiding in plain sight all along. Not in some remote mount
