The Gloomy Lands, Eternal Night Territory.
In this silent world where day and night were indistinguishable, many people who seemed dead yet still lived lay buried deep within.
Though their original identities had differed—nobles, commoners, warriors, scholars... after undergoing "sublimation," they were left with only one shared name—Vampires.
"Bloodkin" was the name they used to adorn themselves, carrying an air of nobility and solitude.
Yet among those who feared and despised them, the more derogatory common terms were passed around—"Vampires" or "ghouls."
Ever since the mysterious mage named Salazar had secretly taken over this ancient castle and gradually become the true ruler of The Gloomy Lands, those old-fashioned Bloodkin nobles who clung to tradition had taken their pride and "buried" themselves in the deathly silent graveyard beyond the castle walls.
They used long sleep to escape an age they could neither understand nor control.
The ancient castle was no longer as bustling as it had once been.
Yet over the past few days, subtle changes had quietly taken place within this silent castle.
Someone had boldly visited those nobles who were either sleeping or still walking the castle halls. In just two or three days, the castle had visibly "come alive."
Whispers of conversation could be heard in the gloomy corridors, empty halls, and even upon the semicircular balconies that had not seen sunlight for years.
"Sir George, do you still have that green blood from yesterday? I think that viscount would be very interested."
On a semicircular balcony of the castle, a blond nobleman asked in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of urgency.
It was simply too astonishing.
As a Vampire who had lived for nearly a century, Nils believed he had tasted countless delicacies. He had even been fortunate enough to drink the scorching blood