It was the darkest day in the history of the vampire kind.
I stood among the soldiers on the human side, my eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before me.
The red sky still hung above, casting an eerie glow across the battlefield.
The air was thick with the smell of blood and ash, and the screams of the dying echoed in my ears, a sound I knew I would never forget.
I saw that white-haired lady. She felt familiar, yet at the same time, she felt distant. Like someone I used to know but forgot over time.
Her movements were fluid, effortless. Every strike she made was precise, devastating. She killed many vampires that day.
She was like a killer of vampires, born solely for that purpose.
But her wrath did not stop there. She went on a rampage to the vampire island.
How she found it, no one knows. But she found it, and she destroyed it.
Entire bloodlines were wiped out in a single night. The vampire race, proud and ancient, was brought to its knees.
