Katelyle gazed at the people before him and fell silent for a moment.
When Douglas Polk put his mind to something, he really was ruthless.
The vampires in London, in the United Kingdom, had been wiped out, and those in other cities had not been spared either.
Next, the vampires in castles deep in the remote forests and mountains had also been slaughtered.
Faced with the werewolves' relentless aggression, many vampires had gathered at Dracula Castle.
They were all vampires, and almost every one of them possessed combat strength on par with an Intermediate or Advanced Mage.
Their numbers approached ten thousand.
Hanbod Dracula, patriarch of the Dracula Clan, sat at the head of the hall, with the patriarchs of the various vampire families seated on either side.
They had gathered there to discuss fighting the werewolves to the death, and a heated argument had broken out.
None of them realized that Katelyle had been hiding in the shadows, watching them all along.
Hanbod Dracula was impeccably groomed, dressed in a black suit with a red cloak draped over his shoulders. He remained silent as the vampires below argued.
These vampire patriarchs came not only from the United Kingdom, but also from France, Germany, and other places.
They had all suffered large-scale attacks by the werewolves, and their losses had been devastating.
"Patriarch Dracula, we need your wisdom and strength to fight the Werewolf Alliance together."
"Otherwise, our territory will continue to shrink."
"We vampires will become a laughingstock."
One elderly vampire had hair that had already turned white and sunken eyes that made him look utterly haggard.
While the others argued, he stepped forward, bowed slightly to Hanbod Dracula, and voiced his thoughts.
The vast meeting hall instantly fell silent.
Katelyle also turned his gaze toward Hanbod Dracula, wanting