In the shadowy depths of an abandoned cathedral, the air crackled with an eerie tension. Moonlight filtered through shattered stained glass, and Magik stood at the center, her silhouette framed by the otherworldly glow of her Soulsword, which pulsed with a fiery light.

Around her, the air grew colder as a group of vampires emerged from the darkness, their eyes gleaming with predatory hunger. Their fangs glistened as they hissed and advanced, their movements unnervingly fluid.