Time ticked by quickly, and by the time dusk approached, Nightengale had massively transformed.
The ancient city that housed the vampires normally cloaked in quiet elegance and measured restraint, now thrummed with anticipation.
Black stone towers were draped in ceremonial banners of crimson and silver, each bearing the sigils of the great Houses. Floating witchlights ignited one by one along the grand avenues, casting a deep violet glow that reflected off obsidian streets and stained-glass windows.
Everyone was eager, knowing that the Demon King they'd heard so much about would be introducing himself to them Officially. They had heard all of his great deeds, taking down and capturing a Hero, and now he'd show himself to them fully.
~RING~RING~RING!~
The bells around the city began to ring.
