The slaughter did not stop there.
Dick stood amid pools of blood, his dark red eyes holding nothing but frozen indifference and supreme authority.
The old blood clan order had utterly collapsed. He had become Ghost King Nightwing, ruler of the entire Dark Night Blood Clan, unrivaled and unchecked.
But desire, once it began to sour, would only grow rapidly out of control.
Two conflicting desires lurked in his heart-
One was the blood clan's instinctive urge to expand, to bring the creatures of the dark night out of the shadows and eat away at the borders of the human world;
The other was Dick Grayson's obsession with his family.
He did not want to stand alone before the Throne. He wanted his family, the Bat Family, and those in the Justice League who had once fought beside him to share eternity with him.
Besides, his own transformation and the blood clan's abnormally rapid expansion could not stay hidden for long. Eventually, they would draw the attention of his former companions.
But he knew better than anyone that none of them would approve of him, especially Bruce.
Batman would always stand on the side of protecting humanity. He would never tolerate the blood clan's expansion, much less accept being transformed into one of the dark night undead.
"Honestly, sis, I'm beginning to understand you."
Ghost King Nightwing sat on the Throne, drinking the scarlet liquid in his glass as he smiled at his sister.
Melinda did not smile. Looking at her utterly changed younger brother, she suddenly began to question whether she had made a mistake back then.
At first, she had only wanted to make Blüdhaven more stable, to let Dick escape the shadow of death as she had.
But now, everything had slipped beyond her control.
"Dick, is