His presence was like that of a War God stepping out of ancient legend,
inspiring both reverence and desire.
On this land shrouded in a crimson glow, Florian was undoubtedly the most striking presence.
He glared around ferociously and demanded, "Where's the one from your Vampire Clan who inherited the Ancestor's Bloodline Power? Hasn't he come out to meet his death?"
Faced with this notorious Clan Leader of the Werewolf Clan,
even the haughty and noble Princes of the Vampire Clan could not help but turn pale.
Because this Clan Leader of the Werewolf Clan,
was quite possibly the most powerful and ferocious in their history.
CREAK.
Beneath the deep, dark night sky, a blood-red full moon hung high, its light strange and bewitching,
like nature's most ominous portent, shrouding the entire world in an inauspicious crimson.
This ominous hue,
fell squarely upon an ancient castle that stood in proud isolation, making it appear all the more grim and terrifying.
