บท 489: Land of Death

In the dimly lit chamber of his ancestral hall, Derek sat alone, brooding over the unsettling meeting with Igor of the Draconian Tribe. The weight of an impending doom had settled upon him, an ominous feeling that seemed to hang in the air like a shroud. It wasn't the representatives of the Beast Empire that filled him with dread; it was the palpable sense that death loomed over the Khan tribe, threatening to descend upon them.

With a heavy heart, he delved into the scrolls and tomes that chronicled the history of the Khan tribe, searching for answers to the unsettling premonition that had gripped him. As he pored over the ancient texts, one recurring name stood out like a dark omen - the Akuma tribe, the feared vampires, or blood demons, as they were often referred to. Their bloodline was mid-tier, far superior to that of the Khan tribe, but their distant territories had kept them apart for generations.