The pale man with dark hair approached the City of Ghost. He hadn't been here for quite a while. The white outside wall was still squeaky clean. The Undead must've been taking care of the wall nicely.
Carter noticed a few watch towers were built alongside the wall. Many Vampires were guarding there with a long rifle in their hands.
'Huh. Delilah has upgraded the defense of the City of Ghost. Something must have happened.'
He approached the entrance. The guards at the gate were different this time, not the same one that Carter knew.
But the vampires didn't need to know him to know it was their high lord, the First Vampire. They felt the Undead Authority in their blood and they knelt down.
"Your Highness!" They said in unison.
"You look unfamiliar..." Carter spoke in the soft, haunting voice of Dracula.
"Yes, Your Highness. We are the latest generations of vampire. Both of us are the fifth generation."
"I see. Open the gate."
