On the other side, deep within the werewolf base, dim lights added a touch of mystery and unease to the enclosed space.
Lucien, the leader of the werewolf clan, wore a tattered leather jacket. His eyes flashed with fervor, as though an undying fire burned within them. Standing on a podium piled from rough stones, he faced the densely packed werewolves below, each in a different form. His voice echoed through the hollow cavern, stirring wave after wave of reverberation.
"For more than a thousand years, the hatred between werewolves and vampires has been like endless night and day, destined never to coexist. From ancient legends to modern struggles, whether in moonlit forests or deep within shadowy castles, our fates seem to have long been cursed, doomed to cycle through endless slaughter and revenge."
"Our cells seem driven by an invisible force, filled with hostility toward one another. Like natural enemies, we fight to the death the moment we meet. Countless times, I have pondered beneath the moonlight: if—just if—we could fuse the strength of werewolves with the abilities of vampires and cast aside the weaknesses that make us slaughter each other, what kind of powerful existence would that create? It would be a revolution for the werewolf clan, and indeed for the entire Dark World!"
Lucien paused, his gaze sweeping across every werewolf present. Their eyes held anticipation and doubt, but above all, a thirst for unknown power.
He took a deep breath and continued, "It was because of this dream that I spent countless days and nights trying to mix werewolf and vampire bloodlines through scientific experiments. Yet every attempt vanished like a stone sinking into the sea, without the slightest progress. I began to doubt whether this was truly a viable path, until..."
Lucien's voice suddenly became