Cain emerged quietly from beneath the underground.
The earth beneath the colosseum-like arena rippled faintly for only a moment before his body reformed naturally from flowing blood mana near the outer edge of the gathering. No one noticed his return.
Not Lord Vord.
Not Elder Achilor.
Not even GrandLord Dreath.
Because everyone remained occupied.
The atmosphere above ground had become completely different compared to earlier.
The fear.
The chaos.
The destruction caused by the reddened Moonshade family members.
All of it had already faded into the background.
Now the entire vampire gathering had transformed into celebration once more.
Laughter echoed throughout the massive arena while countless vampires surrounded the Moonshade family enthusiastically. Some continued asking questions about their strange bloodline abilities while others praised the three sisters endlessly.
The Moonshade elders themselves still looked overwhelmed.
