The celebrations throughout the vampire realm continued endlessly.
Laughter echoed across the arena.
Vampires proudly discussed the terrifying events earlier while emperor-level experts continuously praised the future of the race beneath the fading crimson skies.
Even the surrounding races watching from afar remained cautious now, unwilling to leave completely yet no longer daring to approach carelessly.
The atmosphere had finally begun stabilizing.
Then suddenly—
Crack.
The sound was soft.
Very soft.
Yet somehow—
Every vampire present heard it clearly.
The celebrations froze instantly afterward.
Silence spread across the realm once more.
Thousands of eyes slowly turned toward the center of the arena.
Toward the three floating cocoons.
Then—
Crack.
This time louder.
A thin glowing fracture slowly spread across the surface of Ivira's cocoon.
The surrounding vampires widened their eyes immediately afterward.
"She's waking up?!"
Lord Vord stiffened visibly.
