One Hundred Years Later
Time changed the Vampire Realm.
Not slowly.
Violently.
The fractured kingdom of starving nobles, rotting castles, and blood wars hidden behind fake smiles was gone.
In its place stood an empire.
Black cities stretched beneath crimson moons. Bridges of obsidian connected floating districts above silver rivers. Giant mana reactors pulsed beneath the capital, feeding power into every corner of the realm. Trains carved through the night skies. Blood-forges burned beneath the mountains. Ancient magic mixed with modern technology until the entire realm felt alive.
And at the center of it all—
Lucifer sat on the throne.
The Hall of Origin was silent except for the distant hum of the realm itself.
Enormous now. Pillars carved from black crystal reached into darkness overhead. Red banners bearing the mark of Origin hung beside the symbols of the united vampire clans. Windows taller than castles overlooked the endless capital beyond.
