Cain stared upward speechlessly.
Absolutely speechlessly.
The transformed blood tentacles were literally protecting the vampire realm.
Protecting the three cocoons.
Protecting everyone below from the humanoid intruders that descended from the dark heavens.
Yet now—
Not just the surrounding races—
Even portions of the vampire race itself remained hesitating.
Watching.
Observing.
Fearful of the blood tentacles rather than grateful.
Cain genuinely could not understand it anymore.
"…Idiots."
His expression darkened further.
The surviving intruders invaded their skies.
Attacked the cocoons.
Tried killing Faith, Ivira, and Cornelia repeatedly.
Yet now the gathered Ascendants from other races had decided cooperating together against the blood tentacles instead.
Completely absurd.
Meanwhile the vampire race itself remained exhausted from earlier battles.
GrandLord Dreath.
Lord Vord.
Elder Achilor.
Even the emperor-level vampires.
All drained heavily already.
