What a Fine Vampire-Too Bad He Died Too Late

The dim underground tunnels had been here for so long that no one knew when they had been built.

Even the once-grand walls beneath the ruins were now covered in dark moss. The ancient buildings, perhaps once used for ceremonies and worship, had been reduced to broken domes and perpetually leaking brickwork. Their stories had long since been forgotten by time. When the pirates first discovered the place, they thought they had found some hidden treasure.

But there was nothing here except the scent of the past.

They could dig three feet into the ground and find nothing of value beyond buried bones, so the place was soon abandoned.

But as vampires, the Blood Fear Clan clearly enjoyed these gloomy underground structures. So, not long after Blood Plunder Harbor was established, these tunnels became one of the clan's strongholds in the city.

Still, they weren't some ancient family with a thousand years of history. A vampire community made up of pirates had no need to pursue grandeur or gravitas. The fact that these guys hadn't held a silver orgy here was already a great show of respect for the ancient building.

In the past, the tunnels were only put to use when His Grace, Blood Fear Grand Duke Babro, was preparing to launch a major raid.

They were mainly used for discussing strategy with the unruly pirate captains and arguing over how to divide the loot. That was why many Blood Fear pirates called the tunnels something flashy like "the Pirate Council."

But today, this place, which had always had such a lofty air about it, presented a scene that was entirely different—ridiculous and pathetic.

Nearly a thousand elite pirates from three factions had the place tightly guarded, seemingly unconcerned by the chaos in the city above. In the ruined