The entire vampire realm remained tense beneath the darkened heavens.
Massive crimson formations floated throughout the sky while countless blood barriers layered over one another endlessly across the arena and surrounding territories. The earlier celebration had completely disappeared now, replaced by heavy silence and rising fear.
Above the dark clouds—
The humanoid shadows continued moving slowly.
Watching.
Waiting.
Their outlines twisted unnaturally behind the darkness while the pressure leaking from above continued increasing little by little.
No one knew what they were.
And that uncertainty only made the atmosphere worse.
The vampire forces remained fully prepared.
GrandLord Dreath floated high above the arena like a crimson sun radiating overwhelming blood mana pressure across the entire realm. Elder Achilor stood nearby with his expression darker than ever while Lord Vord continuously issued commands toward the surrounding emperor-level vampires.
