The silence did not last long.
A tall vampire stepped forward from the crowd, his long dark robe brushing against the polished black stone floor.
His face was pale and sharp, eyes burning with reverence as he lowered himself to one knee before Cornelia.
The sudden movement broke the fragile stillness like glass shattering under pressure.
"Madam Cornelia," he said, his voice loud enough to echo across the vast hall, yet trembling with emotion. "Please forgive my-no! our boldness… Please…"
His forehead nearly touched the ground.
"You possess a princess level bloodline lineage," he continued, his tone rising with awe. "From the moment the Bloodline Test Tower shone for you, we understood. You are not merely talented. You are chosen. Your blood carries the future of the Moonshade family. It carries the hope of our ancestors, the pride of our lineage, the dream that we may one day stand equal among the ancient clans."
Murmurs rippled through the hall.
