On the second day of the Blood Moon Festival, while Sancta Vedelia and the two vampire kingdoms roared with wild celebrations and crimson-lit nights, Utopia remained… calm. Detached.
There was no grand festivity here—at least nothing that could compare to the chaos and revelry spreading through the vampire lands.
The Blood Elves did mark the day, though in a far quieter way. A few minor ceremonies, a faint glimmer of red lanterns, a whisper of old stories under the moonlight. Yet their hearts weren't in it. Even now, above all else, the Blood Elves still worshipped Freyja, their divine mother, despite the taint of vampire blood running through their veins.
On the other hand, the Dark Elves and High Elves couldn't have cared less. Some even detested the festival entirely. After all, the Blood Moon Festival was a celebration of the vampires' origin—a race said to have been created by Merithra, a goddess who was famed for her cruelty.
