Vampires needed no sleep.
So tonight, Alice was strolling through the treetops with Jasper, happily telling jokes. Jasper remained expressionless, but whenever he looked at Alice, his eyes were filled with attachment and affection.
The mood was perfect.
But at that very moment, fragments of the future suddenly appeared in Alice's mind, leaving her rigid with cold, her blood all but frozen-
Deep within the Underground Palace, Blood Clan Lord Pandora bit into the neck of a young man named Nightwing. The ancient vampire's venom flooded his veins, and the agony of transformation spread through every inch of his body.
But no one anticipated the killing blow born of that utter despair-
From beginning to end, Nightwing had never let go of the deadly Wooden Stakes in his hand!
The instant Pandora's wish came true, her guard dropped completely. Enduring the tremendous agony of his transformation, Nightwing suddenly raised his hand and drove the Wooden Stakes straight through Pandora's chest, piercing her heart.
Pandora, the lord who had entrenched herself in Blüdhaven for centuries and commanded its shadow vampires, died on the spot.
But it was already too late.
The transformation had begun. It could no longer be reversed.
Having received the entirety of Pandora's ancient blood essence and then killed her with his own hands, Nightwing inherited the power of her ancient bloodline, along with complete authority over the Shadow Attendants.
Every vampire who had been madly pursuing and biting him moments earlier instinctively prostrated themselves the instant their former master fell. Trembling, they bowed in submission to this newborn Blood Clan Lord, whose bloodline was the purest of all.
The scenes shifted rapidly through Alice's mind.
No one knew what had happened in between. All they knew was that Lord Nightwing, who had originally intended only to seek