135 Superior

Cristobal's eyes widened in disbelief as a stranger appeared before him, shattering the protective spell around his tent. The shock of this intrusion reverberated through his mind, sending his thoughts spinning in a frantic whirlwind.

This was no ordinary breach; it was a direct affront to his power and authority. Not even his most trusted confidant would dare to trespass so brazenly.

A surge of anger and confusion surged through Cristobal's veins, contorting his features into a twisted mask of disdain. He took an involuntary step back, his instinct kicking in.

With a swift motion of his hand, he conjured a shimmering shield around himself, a desperate attempt to ward off the audacious intruder. A vampire infiltrating his sanctuary was an unfathomable notion, an unforgivable violation of his domain.