The air feels heavy, thick with the remnants of battle. Victory should taste sweet, but it doesn’t—not yet. Not after everything they’ve been through. Nyx stands at the edge of the clearing, watching the last remnants of smoke curl up into the sky, disappearing into the vast expanse of darkness. The vampires are gone, for now, and the humans, those who had sided with the vampires, are retreating. Yet, a strange emptiness lingers in her chest, as if the war was only a prelude to something far worse.Lorenzo stands beside her, his jaw clenched in silence, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His fingers drum nervously against his side, a subconscious motion that betrays the unease gnawing at him. Enzo, nestled safely in his arms, is asleep, his little body cradled close, unaware of the horrors they’ve all faced. Nyx watches him with a pang of longing, wishing she could protect him from the world, from the pain that looms ahead.They’ve won, but the victory feels hollow. The battle against the
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