A few hours earlier.
The Vampire Realm pulsed under its twin moons.
Two massive blood-red moons hung in the ink-dark sky, bathing the world below in silent crimson light. They were so close they seemed to touch each other, dripping faint streams of red mist into the cold air. Their glow spread across jagged black mountains that rose like the bones of an ancient beast, their peaks crowned with silent dark castles.
Between the mountains stretched wide plains of obsidian grass, shimmering faintly under the moons' glow. Black rivers coiled across the land like veins of shadow, their surfaces rippling with drifting blood mist. Massive bat-like beasts flew between cliffs, their leathery wings slicing through the cold winds with silent grace.
At the heart of the realm stood the Crimson Citadel.
