The vampires split into two groups.
The forces led by the Old Faction's Vampire Council mobilized, preparing to eliminate the threat.
The Young Faction vampires led by Cauper headed to the Subway Tunnel on a mission to kill.
Night was paradise for vampires.
Free of the sun's restraints, they set out for Blade's stronghold.
By the time Blade noticed them, the vampires had already entered his stronghold.
He hadn't expected the vampires to move so quickly this time.
Only a day had passed, and they had already tracked down his stronghold.
He immediately grabbed his weapons and cut the power.
His dark skin was natural camouflage.
The vampires entering the stronghold briefly panicked at the darkness, but it wasn't much of a problem for them.
Compared to ordinary humans, vampires had much better vision in the dark.
"Stop hiding, Daywalker! I know you're here!"
A disheveled vampire in a bomber jacket shouted for Blade to come out.
Blade wasn't about to indulge him. He picked up a weapon stored in the stronghold and pulled the trigger.
A silver stake pierced the vampire's shoulder. Hearing the noise, the other vampires immediately rushed over.
Blade broke into a run. The place wasn't particularly large, but the many abandoned shelves offered some obstacles.
As he ran, Blade raised his weapon and fired back.
Quite a few vampires had come. He hurled a silver shuriken through the necks of two vampires.
Their bodies turned to ash and vanished.
The vampires fought back. One leaped onto a shelf and lunged at Blade.
As though he had eyes in the back of his head, Blade planted a foot on a shelf and sprang up, smashing the unlucky vampire's jaw with a Crescent Kick.
He drew the weapon from his back and drove it through the vampire's