However, werewolves were ultimately different from ordinary creatures. Their skin was exceptionally tough, their muscles powerful, and with their fearsome Regeneration ability, such injuries, though agonizing, were not beyond recovery for them.
However, Selena had come prepared.
The Blades of these darts were coated with a thin layer of silver, designed to exploit the werewolves' unique physiological reactions.
Once silver ions came into contact with werewolf blood, they produced a strange chemical reaction, causing symptoms of Silver ion poisoning.
Their bodies began to weaken, and the healing of their wounds slowed drastically, as though restrained by some invisible force.
"Retreat!"
The werewolf transformed from the Black Person brute had also taken several of Selena's darts and was forced to abandon the operation.
Selena and the others pursued them for a while, but lost the werewolves.
Great Britain. Night had fallen, and an ancient, imposing castle stood atop a desolate mountain peak. This was the Vampire clan's secret territory—the Vampire stronghold.
Moonlight coated the castle's stone walls in a silvery glow.
Selena, a Female Vampire clad in a fitted black trench coat, her eyes as sharp as an eagle's, passed through the bustling banquet hall. Her steps were light yet hurried, standing in stark contrast to the Vampires around her, who were immersed in revelry.
At the banquet, the nobles raised their glasses and toasted one another, laughter and music intertwining, seemingly completely unaware of the coming storm.
Yet Selena's heart was heavy.
Worse still, special weapons designed specifically against Vampires had now appeared. For Vampires who depended on night and shadow to survive, this was undoubtedly a tremendous threat.
She had no choice but to rush back to the castle and inform her companions.
Inside the armory, under dim yellow light, ancient weapons stood alongside products of modern technology, giving