"The elder is still asleep and has not returned to the mansion for the time being."
The vampire who answered Serena's question was Calvin—a cunning, rebellious bloodsucker with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
When the two passed each other in the hallway, there was the faintest flicker of killing intent in his gaze.
Serena didn't speak.
Instead, she simply turned and walked back to her room.
Vampires, she realized, were far from a united front.
It was something she'd never truly noticed before.
But for the sake of unity, she chose to hold her tongue—for now.
Half an hour later, the footsteps outside had faded to nothing.
With her newly heightened senses, every sound in the sprawling mansion reached her ears—whispers, murmurs, and conversations in distant rooms, all as clear as if she stood beside them.
Most were about her.
"Serena's no longer afraid of the sun. I think that's a good sign!"
"I disagree. We're vampires—she's openly claiming she believes in God?"
"Serena's just lucky, not blessed by any faith."
"Hmph… I'm not so sure about that."
Serena gave a faint, cold smile. Gossip—petty and endless.
But then a voice stood out from the rest. One she recognized.
"I've given you all the intel. Why haven't you acted yet?"
"Don't try to fool me!"
"No, I don't want excuses—I want her stopped. Do you understand what it means to have a vampire who can walk in the sun?"
"You're scared too, aren't you? Well, I'm not telling you everything…"
"This is what you promised me—keep her from returning, and I'll give you the name of that vampire!"
The voice was Calvin's.
Serena's face went cold as frost. Her fingers curled into fists.
Until now, she had assumed his hostility was simple jealousy over her newfound immunity to sunlight.
But this… this was treachery.
A traitor.
I have to deal with him.
She rose silently, slipping out into the hall. In seconds, she was at the window of Calvin's room.
He was still speaking into his phone, so absorbed that he didn't sense her approach.
Crack!
The window burst inward.
Calvin froze mid-word, eyes widening in horror at the uninvited guest.
His secret was out.
Whoosh.
A rush of air filled the room. In the next instant, Serena's hand was around his throat, slamming him back against the wall.
"As a betrayer, you should know what fate awaits you."
Her voice was ice—cold enough to freeze his soul.
Calvin thrashed desperately, but it was useless.
Why… why is she so much stronger than me?
Then it struck him—It's the God… she's been blessed…
That realization was his last thought before there was a sharp crack and his head hit the floor, lifeless.
The phone had gone dead in the struggle, but the name on the screen burned itself into her mind.
Lucian.
The King of the Werewolves.
A vampire, conspiring with their natural enemy for the sake of power—it made her stomach turn.
Dragging Calvin's corpse behind her, Serena strode back into the main hall.
Gasps filled the room. Calvin had been an influential figure. Seeing his body in her grip was enough to terrify even the boldest of them.
"No… Serena, are you trying to seize power?"
She threw the corpse down with a contemptuous snort.
"You idiots. Take a good look at what Calvin was doing."
She tossed the phone onto the floor beside the body. The contact log was plain for all to see—direct communication with the werewolves.
A chill ran through the room.
If their location had been exposed, the werewolves could launch a strike at any moment. And no one in their right mind thought those beasts were easy to deal with.
Some still looked doubtful, but not one dared voice it in front of the newly empowered "Moon Goddess" of their clan.
"Everyone, gather here. I'm going to teach you the techniques bestowed by God—we're going to rescue the elder!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Outside, the sky darkened as heavy rain began to fall. Clouds swallowed the moonlight.
Across the city, underground creatures stirred.
In the werewolf stronghold, Lucian's eyes narrowed. His spy had been exposed—there was only one thing to do: strike first, and strike hard.
And he would lead the attack himself.
The werewolf assault was swift and brutal. The vampire guards were caught completely off-guard, slaughtered in droves. Those who tried to fight back were ripped apart within seconds.
Lucian broke the neck of the last defender, a cruel smile twisting his face.
"Time to visit an old friend. I wonder if she'll kneel and beg me to spare her."
Inside the carriage, Amelia—the Duchess of the Vampires and one of the clan's three elders—was already under siege. Lucian's forces surrounded her.
"You mangy wolf cubs! How did you know where I was?!"
Her strength was formidable, but Lucian was stronger—and he had numbers.
It didn't take long before she was overwhelmed, her body covered in wounds.
Thud.
Lucian's claws found an opening, plunging into her abdomen.
"What foul blood… disgusting bats."
With a savage kick, he sent her sprawling.
That was when Serena arrived. Her heel slammed into Lucian's side, hurling him away from Amelia.
Behind her, a wave of vampires poured in, each one radiating lethal intent.
"Serena… you?" Amelia gasped, clutching her wound in shock.
"Elder, rest for now. Let me deal with these wolf cubs."
Her body dissolved into mist—then reformed in the midst of the enemy.
A massive wind blade tore through the air, smashing a distant carriage and sending dozens of werewolves flying.
The vampires who had followed Serena fought like gods of war. Each blow struck down a foe instantly.
Amelia could hardly believe her eyes. These were the same young vampires who had been barely competent before—and now they were mowing down elite werewolves as if it were nothing.
Her gratitude was quickly overshadowed by unease. Power like this… could challenge her authority.
A dangerous thought crossed her mind: Should I strike her down now, before she becomes a threat?
Her hand twitched toward her servants.
Boom!
An explosion shook the street. Lucian staggered out of the smoke, his once-handsome face twisted in rage—and fear.
His right arm was gone, the stump clean as though sliced by a blade.
"I am the spokesperson of God," Serena declared, her voice carrying over the battlefield. "High Priestess Serena."
Her aura flared as she swung her blade. The ground cracked under the force, sending shockwaves through the rails beneath them.
Lucian's eyes widened. In a panic, he turned and fled, hurling his remaining men at her to cover his escape.
Within moments, he was gone.
Serena moved to pursue—
But a sudden commotion stopped her.
"Elder, what are you doing?!"
She turned to see Amelia clutching a young female vampire by the throat, fangs bared, about to feed.
"What are you doing, Elder Amelia?!"
"I'm doing what I must," Amelia snapped. "Can't you see I'm injured? This maid is my food."
Her fangs darted for the maid's neck—
"NO!"
With a furious cry, the maid lashed out, her leg slamming into Amelia's chest.
The elder flew back, skidding hundreds of meters before coming to a stop.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
Amelia might be weakened, but to see her treated so was beyond shocking.
Serena stepped forward, planting a boot on Amelia's shoulder. Her voice was low and dangerous.
"If you need to feed, find a human. Why would you prey on your own kind?"
"Bah! You just want to seize power, you little wretch… When my husband wakes, he'll kill you!"
Serena's eyes narrowed. "So that's it. You've been using us deathwalkers as tools all along."
"Yes! So what? Without us, you'd all be long dead!"
She didn't have the chance to say more.
A razor-sharp wind blade swept through the air—ending her life in an instant. Her body disintegrated to ash.
The newly empowered vampires stood behind Serena in silence. Not one spoke against her.
"From today forward," she said, her voice carrying to every ear, "the deathwalkers of the vampire clan will begin a new life."
"Yes, my lord," they answered as one.
As Serena led her followers home, no one saw the shadow that crossed her face.
In a single day, she had slain an elder she once respected.
It had been decisive. Ruthless. Even merciless.
But what choice had she? If she hadn't acted, Amelia would have used her power to crush Serena until she was forced into exile.
Better to lead her people forward into a new age than to run away.
Meanwhile — The Transformers World
In another world entirely, Sam sat in his room, fingers tangled in his hair, anxiety written all over his face.
Ever since yesterday, strange messages had been popping into his mind.
A "chat group."
Sword immortals.
Demon hunters.
Vampires.
Fox spirits.
It was nonsense—things out of fantasy.
He wondered if he was losing his mind.
As a college student, the last thing he could afford was to tell someone. If they thought he was mentally unstable, he'd end up in a hospital.
So he tried to ignore it. Even when the ding of a new message sounded, he refused to look.
"Maybe… maybe this isn't a bad thing," he muttered, lying back on his bed.
Beside him, an old pair of cracked glasses caught the light.