The wave of blood mana that swept through the kingdom did not come from nowhere.
At the very center of the city, above the wide plaza where glowing fountains and floating crystal lamps filled the night with soft light, a figure hovered silently in the air.
Cain.
His body floated calmly above the rooftops while the night wind moved gently around him.
His arms were stretched slightly away from his body.
Behind his back, enormous vampire wings had unfolded.
They were not ordinary wings. Each feather looked like dark crimson metal that reflected the light of the city lamps below. When the wings moved even slightly, the air around them trembled as if reality itself felt uncomfortable being so close to such ancient blood power.
Cain looked down at the city beneath him.
The peaceful streets were slowly filling with tension.
People had begun stepping out of their homes.
Guards were gathering in the plazas.
