As the final day of the event arrived, the sky darkened as three figures descended from the clouds…
Each of them wore a noble-like armor with cloaks, and swords tied on their belts.
They seemed just like any other noble figures, but their crimson eyes were glowing with ancient power.
They were the Three Vampire Lords, each resembling noble counts from a bygone era, their presence alone enough to chill the battlefield.
Beside them, three other winged figures hovered.
They were the Dragonkin Elders. At this point, they had no idea why they were gathered here together to deal with a single shelter but the mysterious phenomenon or system brought them here…
They could only cooperate…
"Mhmm… Not bad, day walkers…" One of the Dragonkin Elders muttered.
Their scales were filled with mana, and they seemed to be trying to intimidate even the Vampire Lords.
