The vampiric council had kept its promise, this branch of the council was weak and situated at the corner of the vampire domain.
Normally they would need to consult a higher branch or the main council directly for issues involving a war.
However the soldiers you can participate in this war were merely level 2 at most, they could handle such small matters.
An army of five thousand stood below waiting for orders. A level 3 vampire floated above them like a god.
Vampires weren't the type to motivate their armies, they believed any vampire that needed to be motivated to kill was a failure of their kind.
All the level 3 vampire did was issue an order to march. Crows as large as carriages descended from the sky.
On their backs were black tents that could block out the sun. The vampires rode these crows and headed for the mortal world.
None were worried, they had been briefed about their enemy and believed their victory was assured.
