".....?!!!"
Dracula's eyes widened to an almost painful degree, his breath catching in his throat. Before him stretched a seemingly endless horde of undead and skeletons, a macabre army stretching as far as the eye could see. Each carried a crude weapon, their movements jerky and unnatural. Some of the undead were in advanced stages of decay, their rotting flesh peeling away in gruesome strips. Even the guards who stood watch at the entrance lay in crumpled heaps, their faces frozen in expressions of unimaginable terror.
'I am but a mid-Supreme Level super-soldier.' Dracula thought, a chilling realization dawning within him. 'Compared to the leader, who exudes the power of an Upper-level Transcendent… we are nothing.' He glanced nervously over his shoulder at the dark figure.
'My only question… why did this entity spare me? Why save the remnants of the Golden Organization?' He shook his head, unable to fathom the true motives of the figure.
