Dracania is a city inhabited by a majority of wizards, who live there far away from ordinary humans to avoid rebellion or hostility. The city is like most cities in the world, except that all its inhabitants are more focused on developing their magic.
They used to live peacefully and prosperously under the leadership of their elder, Hans, who was the elder or patriarch of the group of wizards living there. He was responsible for leading and ensuring the safety of all his people, which is why Hans once had a plan to give Theresia to the vampire race in order to protect his people.
The sun had just risen from its hiding place, and the wizards in the city were already going about their activities. The children went to the special magic school founded by Hans, where they not only learned about magic but also other general subjects.
Meanwhile, at Hans's house, the old man was still sitting in his favorite chair, facing a magic ball that could observe the entire city. Hans' power was indeed great, but as time passed, his power seemed to be consumed by age, and he was no longer as powerful as he used to be. Even white hair dominated his head.
"Today, it's time for me to face them. If I'm gone, I'll be more at ease knowing that Theresia is safe with that man," Hans muttered with a slight smile spreading across his wrinkled face.
His eyes continued to stare intently at the magic ball, as if watching something. Soon after, Hans closed his eyes for a moment and sighed deeply.
"They came sooner than I expected," said Hans, shaking his head several times.
"Hey, old man! Come out, and tell me where your granddaughter is right now, or I'll kill you!" someone shouted in a thunderous voice.
The voice was enough for Hans to know who was shouting at him, without wanting to prolong the problem. Hans got up from his chair, staggering out of his house carrying his trusty cane.
As soon as Hans stepped outside, he saw the wizards facing off against the vampires. Hans clenched his fists, wondering how long this would last. Hans was truly tired of dealing with the vampires.
"Hey, you guys! I'm the one you're looking for; don't hurt them!" Hans shouted hoarsely, without a trace of fear in his voice.
The five vampires stopped attacking on the instruction of their prince, while Aiden, the vampire prince, turned to look at Hans with a contemptuous gaze. He walked towards Hans with a smirk on his face. Adnan was indeed famous as a vampire prince who knew no fear or mercy, and he was also very cruel.
"Where are you hiding the girl with the holy blood, huh?" Aiden snapped.
Hans just laughed in response and said, "Even if I die, I will never tell you where my granddaughter is. You and your father have no right to my granddaughter!"
After saying that loudly, Hans attacked Aiden with all his might. Meanwhile, Aiden's four men faced Hans's subordinate wizards.
"You damn old man! You'd better just die!" Aiden shouted, continuing to attack Hans mercilessly, not caring that his opponent was an old man.
"You're wrong; it's your father who will die. Because if he doesn't get my granddaughter's blood, your father will die!" Hans shouted while laughing.
Aiden was furious; he couldn't accept what Hans had said about his father. He used his powers to attack Hans, knocking him to the ground. Not only that, Aiden also used his powers to attack Hans again.
But Hans refused to give up. He quickly got up from where he was sitting and swung his wand to counter Aiden's powers. The blue light from Hans's staff competed with Aiden's red power. They were equally strong, but Hans's diminished energy caused his magic staff to fly away, and Aiden's power hit his chest.
"Arghh!" Hans groaned, clutching his chest, which felt hot and painful from Aiden's attack, and he fell back to the ground.
"Grandpa Hans!" The wizards there shouted when they saw Hans lying helplessly. They wanted to help, but they didn't have enough courage or strength.
Meanwhile, Aiden laughed freely, very satisfied to see the old man dying in front of him. "Don't anyone help him! Or you'll end up like him!" he shouted loudly.
All the witches slowly backed away, afraid of Aiden's threat, not a single one daring to approach.
Hans's breathing began to falter; he was starting to lose consciousness. Hans smiled slightly as he looked up at the sky; he already felt that this was the end of his life. Hans just didn't expect that he would die in such a miserable way; what Hans regretted even more was that he would not be able to protect Theresia after this.
"Theresia," Hans muttered, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.
Aiden was not satisfied, because Hans was not yet completely dead. He wanted to attack him again, but one of his men stopped him.
"Don't, Prince. He will definitely die after this. Don't dirty your hands again by dealing with an old man like him. We'd better go inside his house and find out where the girl is now," explained the man.
Aiden thought for a moment. What his subordinate had just said made sense. Then Aiden nodded and walked away with one of his men. The other three waited outside to keep watch.
After Aiden entered, Lilia, Theresia's friend, ran inside and approached Hans. Regardless of whether she would be killed or fight the vampire, Lilia already considered Hans her own grandfather.
"Grandpa Hans, are you okay? I'll treat you right away," said Lilia frantically, tears streaming down her face.
Hans grabbed Lilia's hand as she tried to treat him, then the old man shook his head and said, "No, my life is almost over. I can't hold on any longer."
"No, Grandpa, you have to stay alive! Who will lead this city?" Lilia screamed hysterically, unable to bear seeing Hans in such a condition.
Hans smiled faintly. "There are still many great wizards here. I only have one message for you," he said softly.
"What is it, Grandpa?" asked Lilia softly, unable to hold back her tears any longer.
"Tell Theresia to be careful. Tell her that Grandpa loves her very much, and she must never give up on the vampire race. Tell her that, Lilia," replied Hans, breathing heavily.
Lilia burst into tears when she saw Hans slowly closing his eyes. Lilia immediately checked Hans' pulse, but it was gone. Hans was no longer alive. That was when Lilia's sobs began to dominate the place.
"Grandfather! Wake up! Lilia begs you, please don't leave us." Lilia cried out, her voice filled with sorrow. The witches who heard Lilia's cries also bowed their heads; of course, they were saddened by Hans' death.