The floor-to-ceiling French windows broke into pieces and came pouring in vampires that had transformed into beings so terrifying that even the strongest among them trembled in fear.
All thoughts of revenge against Leonel and Isolde were thrown out of the window. The players screamed and scattered.
The vampires and the monsters' numbers were too much for them to even think of facing them.
"RUN!"
"Get out of the way!"
Players raced in all directions to exit the area. Their fear got the best of them first, and they pushed every player that were blocking their path.
Faced with plenty of monsters, outnumbering them one to ten, a normal person's initial instinct was to run and save themselves.
"Let's get out of here, Leo!" Isolde pulled the trigger of her rattling gun, killing a few vampires that blocked her path while running away from the group of vampires who were chasing them.
Those damn creature were too fast that they could even avoid bullets.
"W-what should we do . . . ?" Leonel said while trying to catch his breath.
"We can't fight them forever. There's no end to them."
They could hear the sounds of hissing and growling coming closer behind them.
"Let's go and get inside the graveyard!" Isolde told him.
"E-egh . . . into there?" Leonel's face was drained of colors as he swept his gaze through the creepy graveyard. He could even see souls wandering around and unknown shadows going to and fro from tombstone to tombstone.
Before he could squeak a protest, Isolde pushed him into the entrance, and the thick fog swallowed even their shadows.
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