Cold and dark. By the time they arrived right in front of the main entrance, the sun had already set. For a town of vampires, it truly was dim. The town, however, was no small village. They had mansions and decent houses. From above the canyon, it seemed like a normal isolated town, but looking at it even from outside the entrance, one would think that they had the wrong place.
It's wider and bigger than it seems. And more eerie than it looks.
"You mentioned that you all used to train here," Yves says as he mounts down his horse. "I'm assuming the vampires must be familiar with your faces, so why bother the Emperor for the formal request to let us in?"
"Well, we haven't been here for seven years," Dolunay started. "Lysander himself firmly stated that the vampires need to know what business you have in their land, or else, they will refuse to let you in."
