Sebastian crawled toward the couple, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him. The moment Draven's fang pierced Madeline's skin, the moon reached its zenith, casting an eerie glow over the surroundings.
The air was heavy with anticipation, as if everyone held their breath, waiting to see if the prophecy would come to fruition. But as the seconds ticked by, a telling sign became apparent: no bat hovered around Draven, indicating that the corruption had not taken hold.
As the minutes passed, the storm subsided, and Madeline's ethereal light began to wane. Draven's wings, which had been thrashing wildly, stilled, but they did not retract. Sebastian's anxiety grew as he watched Draven continue to feed on Madeline's blood. If he didn't intervene soon, Draven would drain the life from her.
Sebastian crawled until he reached the tumultuous pair, but Draven's flailing wings barred his approach, the razor-sharp metal mere inches from his skin.
