In the Evil Spirit Realm, somewhere in a mountain range corresponding to the West.
Several werewolves in tattered cloaks sat inside a cave reeking of blood and decay.
Their leader, Lycaon, held an invitation as he addressed his only daughter, Callisto:
"Take this and go!"
"Once you get there, find the Fengdu Princess as soon as possible and convey my sincerity to her!"
"And make sure she tells the one in Fengdu that we truly wish to cooperate with them!"
Callisto accepted the invitation and said solemnly:
"Don't worry, Father. I'll complete the mission!"
Lycaon nodded in satisfaction. Something flickered in his eyes, as though he were recalling the past, and he said slowly:
"This time, I'll lead you all to break this damned curse!"
"And that bastard Zeus! Just because we showed him disrespect, he turned everyone in our Kingdom of Arcadia into this!"
As he spoke, he raised his claws, his voice seething with hatred:
"I'll seize this chance when the world changes, join forces with Fengdu, and storm the Olympus Mountains!"
"I'll tear every last one of those self-righteous gods apart with my own hands!"
By the time he finished, the other werewolves had been swept up in his emotions and began howling one after another.
For a time, waves of wolf howls echoed throughout the mountain range!
Meanwhile.
An ancient castle stood on the edge of a cliff.
It was late at night, yet the castle was brightly lit.
In the dining hall, vampires sat all around a ten-meter-long table.
They were impeccably dressed, the men in black suits and the women in lavish evening gowns. Their graceful manners exuded aristocratic refinement.
At the head of the table, an invitation lay before Alucard Dracula as he said calmly:
"This trial is extremely important to us."
"Although