Capítulo 115: Who Built A Fucking City!

Inside the vast meeting hall, darkness cloaked the atmosphere, casting an eerie ambience over the proceedings. The room was hushed, an oppressive silence that hung heavy in the air, unbroken by even the slightest whisper. Each face in attendance wore an expression as cold and unyielding as stone, their features devoid of any emotion.

Arranged within the hall were seven imposing thrones, their regal presence commanding attention. Three of them were aligned, facing each other, while a solitary throne stood at the far end, elevated above the rest, serving as a testament to the importance of the individual who occupied it—the queen of the vampire realm, myself.