The Last Blood Mage

The King's Hunting Ground

Atheria surveyed the gruesome aftermath of their battle, a shiver coursing down her spine. The once elegant room was now a chaotic mess. Broken furniture lay strewn about like the shattered remnants of some macabre celebration. Blood splatters painted the walls and floor in grotesque patterns, and the air was heavy with the metallic scent of death.

"This room must be soundproofed," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Otherwise, we would've been swarmed by the guards by now."

Bloodhound, still wiping the last traces of the creature's blood from his mouth, grinned wickedly. "It would have been a grand feast, my dear Atheria, if they had come."

Atheria's eyes narrowed as she scolded him, her anger palpable. "You and your bloodlust. It's disturbing, you know that?"

Bloodhound chuckled darkly, his amusement unfazed by her scolding. "You might be the only one who dares to yell at me and live to tell the tale."

Rolling her eyes, Atheria refocused on the dire situation. "We need