Poland, Krakow.
The alliance led by the Apocalypse Knights and Dracula was still waiting here, waiting for the enemy to walk right into their trap.
After waiting for so long, both the Templar Order and the Vampires had remained quiet, but the atmosphere had grown uneasy.
So much time had passed that even the most confident among them couldn't help wondering whether something had gone wrong with the plan.
Otherwise, why hadn't Fang Cheng appeared when he should have arrived here long ago?
Dracula and Famine Knight Famon could still keep their composure, but the hot-tempered Ophi had finally run out of patience.
She looked at Dracula. "Is this your foolproof plan?"
Dracula replied calmly, "It's too soon to say it's failed."
Ophi pointed at the door in the woods and mocked him. "Then where is he?"
No matter how nicely he put it, Fang Cheng's continued absence meant the chances of something having gone wrong were growing.
At this point, they could be at least seventy percent certain that the ambush plan had failed.
Dracula stopped trying to hold his ground. After a moment's silence, he shook his head. "No plan is perfect. I never promised that this one was foolproof."
Ophi flew into a rage and rode toward Dracula. "Then it's time for you to take responsibility for the failure."
Seeing their leaders at odds again, the members of the Templar Order and the Vampires fell silent, barely daring to breathe.
But they clearly supported Ophi more. They'd been standing around like idiots for half the day and hadn't seen a soul. Even the most mild-mannered person would have gotten angry.
Dracula didn't move, but Famon had already stepped in front of Ophi. "Don't be rash. Plate supports this plan."
In truth, he was also worried. After all,