Before the powerful Vampires, their strength was nothing—like ants trying to shake a tree.
The Vampires' movements were elegant yet lethal. They moved like lightning, instantly weaving through the crowd.
Every swing of an arm was accompanied by a cold glint of light, followed immediately by a piercing scream.
Blood spattered, blossoming into eerie crimson flowers under the moonlight, a testament to life's final struggle.
One by one, the survivors fell. Their bodies slammed heavily onto the ground, kicking up clouds of dust that seemed to mourn their fate.
As time passed, the screams of agony gradually faded, until there was only silence.
The blood-drenched, mutilated corpses lay scattered in disarray, their bodies quickly growing cold, proclaiming the end of life.
But the terrifying scene did not end there.
Then, the corpses slowly began to move. One by one, they struggled to rise from the ground.
