However, when Ye Fan held up the Werewolf Leader's head, the Gale Blood Ancestor was instantly stunned. He stared at the severed head, as if recalling the horrific events of the past. Having lived through that inhuman era, he knew its horrors all too well; werewolves were the ultimate nightmare for the Vampire Clan. Back then, countless vampires had died at their hands. A battle between the two dark monarchs was inevitable, but he never thought the war would come so soon.
In the Vampire Clan's Holy Temple, Heather was painting a portrait of Ye Fan. Her skill with oil paints was remarkable, capturing his likeness with uncanny precision. Her expression shifted from icy cold to ambiguously warm. It seemed her feelings about Ye Fan were a complicated mix, leaving her uncertain of how to face him. The pain Ye Fan had caused her this time was immense.
