The final chapter opened with humanity standing alone.
The vampires were gone. The werewolves were gone. The demihumans were gone. The True Humans were gone.
For the first time since the beginning of recorded history, ordinary mankind stood as the sole dominant race upon Earth.
Yet according to the book, humanity's first emotion had not been triumph.
It had been fear. The vanished races had not been defeated. They had not been conquered. They had not been exterminated. No great war had been won. No final battle had been fought.
No victorious banner had been raised over fallen enemies.
The vampires had simply disappeared. The werewolves had simply disappeared. The demihumans had simply disappeared.
And the strongest among humanity had disappeared alongside them.
That distinction mattered. Because what had been defeated could remain defeated. But what had vanished could return.
