Bab 267: Holy war 5

In a place where darkness reigned supreme, a colossal black castle stood as a foreboding sentinel, surrounded by an aura of sinister crimson energy. Thousands upon thousands of bats swarmed around the fortress, their wings beating rhythmically as they navigated through the shadowy expanse. With every flap, the air crackled with anticipation, echoing the ominous energy that permeated the land.

As the bats converged upon the castle, they began to coalesce, morphing into humanoid forms with red eyes glinting in the darkness and sharp fangs bared in anticipation. These were no ordinary beings—they were vampires, creatures of the night drawn to the castle like moths to a flame.

Among their ranks, there was a kaleidoscope of diversity—vampires of all colors, shapes, and sizes, each bearing the unique markings of their lineage and origin. Some hailed from distant kingdoms, their journey spanning continents and oceans, propelled by their supernatural speed and agility.