The road across the strange new plane stretched wide and pale beneath a dim sky that never seemed to decide whether it wanted to be day or night.
Gray clouds drifted slowly overhead, glowing faintly from a distant sun that looked weaker than the one they had known in the Nightmare Realm.
The wind carried the scent of unfamiliar forests and damp soil. The land around them rolled into endless hills covered in tall grass that brushed against the legs of their horses as they traveled.
The Moonshade Vampire family moved together in a long formation.
Elders rode near the center.
Young vampires surrounded them carefully. Vanguards scouted the front while the ancestors kept watch from the rear.
No one spoke loudly.
Even breathing felt heavier in this strange world.
They were not fools.
This realm was not theirs.
And if Elder Fang's words were true, then this plane was not weak.
Somewhere in this land lived creatures strong enough to rule it. Strong enough to be called emperors.
