The Blood Clan is a vast group in the West, active at night. Their skin is even whiter than ordinary Caucasians, with a deathly pallor and sunken cheeks, their eyes are protruding, always delivering a striking visual effect.
There are still centuries-old castles in the West, with ten to twenty meter-high walls covered by green ivy, where bats fly in and out ominously under the curtain of night.
"Mr. Bart was our most loyal servant, and his death has grieved us deeply." The blond man spoke heavily, his emerald eyes glowing mysteriously, "As the oldest clan in the West, we must teach that Eastern lady a lesson."
Nearby coffins tremble, and voices seem to be responding from within.
