Admittedly, the limits of such aid were very low.
The necromancer had merely expressed his willingness to lend a hand and provide a certain degree of assistance.
As for the actual scale and depth of that assistance, it would need to be assessed and determined through extensive communication, careful negotiation, and a comprehensive consideration of a series of more complex and delicate factors and potential costs.
Just as Moros spared no effort in setting up Territory-level Soul Collection Arrays across the globe, the atmosphere in a vampire manor hidden amid dense woods and ancient legends on the outskirts of Bucharest was exceptionally grave.
Whether it was the cooperation between the necromancer and Moth to Fire, or the compromise between the powerful figures controlling the traditional great powers and Dr. Mei, neither could remain hidden beneath the surface for long.
Thanks to the precise and efficient intelligence network they had established long ago, the vampire clan led by Beatrice also promptly caught wind of this series of earth-shaking developments.
"Th-this... the situation has deteriorated to this extent? What should we do?"
An elderly vampire noble clenched both hands into fists, his eyes brimming with waves of unease and worry.
His voice echoed through the vast and solemn conference hall, carrying a barely perceptible tremor.
"How could the necromancer side with Moth to Fire? That's impossible!"
Another vampire noble, clad in an elaborate and magnificent robe with a face as cold as frost, slowly uttered those words.
His words revealed disappointment and anger he could not conceal.
Yet beneath those complicated emotions lay something buried even deeper: bewilderment and fear he could not easily show.
"Is the fate of our clan truly going to slide into an abyss of eternal damnation because of this?"
Another vampire countess gently touched the gemstone necklace