Vampires, creatures that had existed in legends since ancient times—once their existence was discovered, they would inevitably trigger an unprecedented storm.
The peaceful coexistence between humans and vampires was nothing more than a fragile balance, built upon mutual concealment and disregard.
Once that balance was broken, war would be unavoidable.
And in that war, vampires' numerical disadvantage would become a fatal weakness.
The image of Gargan emerged in Deacon's mind. The leader of the Pureblood Vampires always appeared before others with an aloof bearing, elegant and refined.
In the past, Gargan had indeed been an ideal leader for the vampires. He was exceptionally wise, skilled at maneuvering among the major powers, and maintained the stability of the vampire world.
But now, the times had changed. The threats vampires faced were far more severe than before. Deacon could not help but wonder whether Gargan could still lead them out of their predicament as he had in the past.
The extinction of vampires was no empty threat.
Once humans acquired the power to stand against vampires, they would likely treat them as research subjects and attempt to uncover the secret of immortality.
The mere thought of such a scene sent chills down Deacon's spine.
Even if this so-called peace still remained, it was merely the calm before the storm.
Humans had most likely—or rather, certainly—already begun researching vampires in secret.
Deacon Frost looked at the box before him.
Book of the Underworld, a mysterious tome said to record the origins of vampires, the source of their power, and ways to fight their natural enemy. It was the crystallization of vampire history and wisdom.
Deacon Frost gently opened the box, and an old parchment scroll came into view. It lay there quietly, as though it had weathered a thousand years of hardship while