"You don't need to look for your sister anymore, Leticia... She should already be dead somewhere in this castle."
As the voice rang out, several aged figures appeared before Leticia, behind the throne.
Although these vampires looked old and their faces were covered in wrinkles, they were still vigorous and spirited, utterly unlike the frail, decrepit elderly humans.
Instead, their seemingly withered bodies concealed incredibly powerful strength.
"Elder Lord!"
Seeing these aged vampires, Leticia's face lit up with joy.
If the vampire royalty stood above all vampires, serving as their spiritual symbols,
then the elders of the Elder Council represented the vampires' true foundation and strength.
Vampires were a race that grew stronger with age.
Although vampires had a limit to their lifespans, it was not difficult for any vampire to live for a thousand years.
Any vampire over eight hundred years old who had not died fighting external enemies would automatically become one of the elders among the Elder Council Members.
It could be said that these aged vampires were the true strongest combat force of the vampires.
Every vampire elder possessed incredibly rich battle experience and had been an outstanding warrior even before becoming an elder.
As they aged, their strength grew increasingly powerful, and together they formed the vampires' final line of defense.
Leticia was naturally ecstatic to see that these elders were still alive, because it meant that the vampires had not yet been wiped out.
As long as the vampires' true foundation remained, their revival would only be a matter of time.
"You're still alive. That's wonderful—no, wait. You said Lamia died in the castle. How could this happen..."
The joyful expression on Leticia's face instantly turned pale. She staggered back several steps and spoke in panic, her face filled with disbelief.
Although she had