Dorian Moreau was lost.
He had been secretly following Adam and his party ever since they departed from Davos.
Having fought the man before and knowing how dangerous he truly was, Dorian made sure to follow him from a vast distance.
He had succeeded for the most part. In the end, he had managed to arrive at Kinran Valley without being spotted by the monstrous human. He believed that all his troubles would now come to an end once he entered the secret plane.
But he couldn't have been more wrong.
Surviving the crimson nights wasn't a problem. He was an undead himself, so the undead legions posed little threat to him. Still, he had to make sure that he didn't get in their way.
The two legions of undead seemed intent on destroying each other. So they didn't pay attention to him — a vampire.
Of course, if there was a living figure traversing the battlefield at night, the two sides would come together to finish them off.
The living were the enemy of the dead, after all.
