"You Werewolves are just as crude as ever."
"But the feud between our Blood Race and your Werewolf Clan is an ancient one.
Over thousands of years, how many members of the Blood Race have died at the hands of your Werewolf Clan?
Now, the time for a final reckoning has come."
The Vampire Princes showed no fear on their faces.
Though they still maintained their elegant smiles, a cold, murderous intent now lurked within them.
"What's going on? Why has the moon turned blood-red?"
Suddenly, a young member of the Werewolf Clan looked up at the sky.
The moon hanging high in the sky had been like a giant silver platter,
quietly bathing the land in its cold, silver glow, turning everything a stark white,
so bright it was almost eerie, twinkling with unspoken secrets.
However, this cold serenity did not last.
At some point, the color of the land began to silently shift, from silver-white to a heart-stopping blood-red.
