The Bloodless War: Chapter One

Snow whispered over the jagged peaks, but deep beneath the mountain, there was no sound—only a silence so old it felt alive.

In the heart of a cathedral carved from bone and ice, a black sarcophagus stood sealed, its surface swallowing the faint red glow of a damaged survey drone. The machine's jittery hum broke the stillness as it scanned for life.

Then—a crack.

The coffin shattered outward.
A tall figure stepped free, pale as moonlight, black filaments coiling beneath his skin like living veins. His first breath was ragged, but his gaze burned red at its core. Hunger flickered there, wild and unashamed.

The drone twitched. It tried to flee.
He caught it effortlessly, crushed it, and hissed, "This... is not blood."

A pulse of blue light flared from the far wall, slow and steady, like a heartbeat. Behind the ice, someone—or something—moved.

Velkan pressed his hand against the frozen barrier. Alive, he realized. Not prey. Not enemy. Possibility.

As he tore open a narrow passage, a limp figure fell into his arms: a young scout named Nia, her chest rig glowing faintly with the same blue light. She gasped, trembling, her first words barely a whisper.
"Are you... human?"

Velkan's mouth curved, sharp and unreadable.
"I am the thing that saved you. For now."

But the moment of fragile trust shattered as distant boot-steps echoed through the icy halls. Something else was coming—something alive and hungry.

Velkan rose to his full height, crimson light burning in his eyes, as he spoke the truth neither of them wanted to hear:
"The war has already begun."

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