A heavy silence descended throughout the castle of the Scarlett Duchess.
Even Valentina had gone quiet after her maniacal laughter, her eyes now locked entirely upon Lucian and Lia, or more specifically… upon the man.
The expression on her face looked strangely restrained, as though she was barely stopping herself from walking over and ripping him away from Lia entirely. Even her fingers faintly twitched before clenching once more.
Because what Lucian had accomplished…
It was impossible—no. Not just that, it went beyond even the concept of impossibility.
Even the Queen of Vampires herself had failed to become a Progenitor despite the countless years of her existence.
And if even she could not achieve it—
Then no vampire should have been capable of reaching that position for at least several more millennia.
That was the natural order, the absolute truth… and yet… someone had become a Progenitor regardless.
