"Duke Clement! Duke Clement! Something terrible has happened," a voice called out.
Count Dracula and the dark-haired vampire hurriedly walked from the room to the balcony.
The brown-haired vampire, known as Duke Clement and standing highest in rank on the balcony, slightly lowered his head to glance down.
A member of the Deacon Council transformed into a bat and flew over from a distance, then changed back into human form as he landed on the ground below the balcony. His black robe was already in tatters. The rips made his wounds and the blood clearly visible. He looked as though he had just gone through a fierce battle.
All the present members of the Deacon Council couldn't help but widen their eyes.
"Where are the others?" the Duke of Calemon asked softly.
The Deacon councilman stammered, "We... we were ambushed."
"Ambushed by the Hydra?"
"Not entirely, there were also dwarves."
