The two Vampire elders went to war.
This was no simple brawl, but a fight to the death, with every move aimed to kill!
The battle had begun out of nowhere, leaving the watching Vampires completely stunned.
In their eyes, even if the two elders had some conflict between them, there was no reason for it to reach such a life-or-death point. Yet in truth, the reasons behind this fight had long reached the point where neither side could coexist with the other.
Betrayal in a deal, a brother being imprisoned, exploitation... The countless grievances accumulated over more than a thousand years could not be explained in just a few words.
At first, the battle between the two did not affect a very large area. But gradually, its reach began to spread across the entire Vampire headquarters.
Although the Vampires in this headquarters were all under the authority of the three great elders, the elders each cultivated their own forces within it. That way, once they held power, it would be much more convenient for them to get things done.
Elder Amelia's forces were not here, but both Viktor's and Marcus's were. Once they saw their true masters begin fighting, they naturally clashed with the other side's elite troops as well. As for those Vampires who were not trusted subordinates of either side, they were mostly hiding in their rooms or under tables, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
These Vampires were nobles, blood slaves, or politicians who happened to possess Vampire constitutions.
In other words, they were trash whose physical abilities were only two or three times stronger than those of ordinary humans. Freaks who would get shot by a normal person and collapse to the ground, crying and screaming for ages without being able to get back