October, 1463.
Skull Throne City.
Serafe wore a silver silk robe and a fourfold crown, sitting high upon the throne.
Blood Servants constantly came and went, delivering documents and issuing orders, while on both sides of the corridor pillars stood two sparse rows of Royal Court elites.
The scene was all too familiar, as Serafe held these routine meetings every ten days to handle affairs of all scales.
In the past, the hall would surely be filled with heated arguments, even interventions.
But now, many vampires appeared somewhat distracted.
If asked why, wasn't it because of the current eastward expansion war situation?
Although the matter of fifty thousand soldiers was significant, the Royal Court had countless greedy and fervent soldiers ready to join.
Stories of plundering enough wealth and ascension from the Eastern Continent, returning home to become vampire elites of vampires, had long circulated.
