The weapon that Fang Leng was holding was known as the Night blade. It was a very powerful weapon that wasn't supposed to exist. And the reason it was made was not for harm but for protection.
Long ago, when vampires, witches, and humans still lived in harmony, Gorthok the Devourer—a monstrous beast born of darkness and hunger descended upon the world like a plague. Humans, always the weakest of the three, became prey. Even lesser vampires and weaker witches fell to his wrath.
With urgency and courage, the humans called for a meeting with the other realms. Together, they forged a weapon unlike any other: the Night Blade. It was infused with ancient spells, sealed with blood, and bound by moonfire. The blade was crafted to slay even the most unkillable of beasts.
And with the blade, Gorthok fell. The blade was hidden, locked away, and guarded for centuries.
When Fang Leng learned of Prince Tian Yu's rising power—and worse, his new union with the witches—he knew that even with brute strength, he would not win the war. Especially with the witches backing the prince.
So he turned to forbidden legend.
With Ji Woo's help, he searched relentlessly for the Night Blade. Months passed and blood were spilled just to find the blade. Even sacred grounds were desecrated. But at last, they found it.
Now, standing in the very heart of the witch territory with the blade at his side, Fang Leng looked upon his nephew and Mei Lian witches… and smiled.
"That's the Night blade," Naizu exclaimed, shocked, and the witch guards who were already set to fight quickly backed off. Everybody knew the powers the night blade had. So they didn't want to fall a victim of its fury.
With the ancient blade in Fang Leng's grasp, the scene turned into a massacre. Several witch heads had already rolled across the marble floor. Screams then filled the once-celebratory air as guests scrambled in terror.
Xi Wang froze, her breath catching when her eyes fell upon the weapon. Her voice trembled as she whispered, almost in disbelief, "The Night Blade indeed…"
Tears welled up in the Queen's eyes immediately she saw the darkness in Ji Woo. Her tears were not out of fear, but betrayal. A bone-deep chill ran down her spine. The warnings of their ancestors echoed in her mind:
"Never embrace the dark arts… for it will consume you until nothing but hunger remains."
Yet here she stood, face to face with the one who had ignored that warning… and become a sister of the dark.
The battle then raged on.
Screams tore through the air as chaos spread like wildfire. The vampire king, with the Night Blade in hand, carved his way through the witches like a storm of death. Blade clashed against blades, spells collided mid-air, and the sky itself turned red with fire and ash..
Tian Yu fought like a warrior born, claws bared and blood staining his robes. But it wasn't enough. The witches were overwhelmed and one by one, coven after coven fell. Princess Mei Lian also fought, alongside Tian Yu.
The grand palace—once a sanctuary of beauty and ancient power—now stood in ruins, flames licking the sky. Screams of dying witches echoed like a requiem.
The vampire king didn't just want victory. He also wanted extinction.
"Not a single soul shall remain," Fang Leng growled, his eyes glowing crimson as he cut down another elder witch.
The ground trembled under his wrap
At the heart of it, stood Prince Tian Yu and his uncle, wielding the cursed Night Blade that glowed with dark magic. They stood staring at each other with hatred.
"You've ruined everything," Tian Yu growled angrily. His eyes were burning red and his fangs sprang out sharply. "You've turned our bloodline into a curse."
Fang Leng smirked. "No, little prince. I've returned it to its true glory."
Then they clashed.
The sound of steel against steel cracked through the chaos like thunder. Tian Yu's sword, forged with both witchcraft and vampire fire, burned bright as he parried blow after blow. His movements were quick and graceful — a blend of magic and training. But Fang Leng fought like a beast unleashed. His strength is unnatural and deadly.
"You fight like a child," the vampire king sneered.
"And you speak like a coward," Tian Yu spat, slashing across Fang Leng's chest.
This only made him angrier.
With a roar, Fang Leng started striking harder. Spells from the witches rained down to help Tian Yu, but the Night Blade absorbed them all, feeding on their power and growing stronger.
Tian Yu lunged, sword aimed at Fang Leng's throat. But the king was faster.
He twisted, sidestepped, and with a flash of dark light, he stabbed the blade through Tian Yu's heart.
Prince Tian Yu staggered back, eyes wide with shock. The Night Blade pierced his chest—right through the heart.
His uncle's cruel grin hovered close as he leaned in and whispered, "You were never meant to rule."
Tian Yu gasped, blood spilling from his lips as he collapsed to his knees.
Across the burning hall, Princess Mei Lian screamed. Her voice shattered through the chaos like glass breaking in a silent temple. But she didn't falter. With wild furious magic swirling around her, she fought like a lioness, hurling spell after spell—even as her tears burned down her cheeks.
The Witch Queen, wounded and weary, dragged herself through the ruins, trying to gather the last few survivors. But as she cradled the final young witch in her arms, the girl's body went still __lifeless.
The Queen crawled closer and cradled Tian Yu's limp body. Her hands were glowing with magic as she tried to slow the bleeding and keep his soul tethered to this world. Her face was stained with blood and tears, yet her expression was fierce — a mother protecting her family, a queen defending her people.
Beside her, Princess Mei Lian stood like a pillar of fire, unleashing spell after spell with trembling hands. Her voice cracked from exhaustion, her eyes wild with pain. But she would not let any vampire come near him.
Fang Leng was furious and monstrous. He deflected every spell with the Night Blade. The cursed weapon was absorbing their magic with a hiss of hunger. His eyes gleamed with the thrill of destruction, the taste of final victory close.
"In vain!" he roared. "You delay the inevitable!"
But then —there was a flash of energy, and the Queen shouted.
"Mie Lian!" she screamed.
A blue flame erupted from the Queen's palms, forming a protective circle around her and Tian Yu's body — a spell passed down through generations, meant only for moments of absolute defeat and sacrifice.
Mei Lian didn't hesitate.
She leapt into the circle just before the flames surged higher. The moment her feet touched the light, the magic locked in — and the fire sealed around the three of them.
Fang Leng stepped forward but it was too late. They have disappeared with the flame.
"No!" he howled, fury and disbelief writhing in his voice.
The witches' kingdom—once proud and radiant—has fallen.