The battle rages on, Lorenzo and Nyx locked in fierce combat with the Original vampire, when the sky suddenly darkens, swirling with ominous clouds. Thunder rumbles overhead, casting a surreal and eerie hue over the battleground.From behind them, a figure steps into view—Grandma Jennie, the village healer, eyes ablaze, wielding a wooden staff that hums with magical energy."Enough of this madness!" she bellows, her voice echoing with an unnatural power. The air itself seems to pulse with her rage, every nearby leaf trembling, and the ground vibrating with her wrath.The Original vampire turns his attention to her, eyes narrowing, and his voice drips with mocking disdain. "And who are you to interfere, old hag?"She plants her staff firmly in the ground, the force of it cracking the earth. "I am Jennie, the lead Healer of the Elven village and guardian of peace," she declares, unwavering. "And I will not let you bring ruin upon our lands."Just as she speaks, an influx of vampires app
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