In the northern fortress city of the central region, a Vampire Noble gazed upon the lines of the boundless horizon. Its expanse blurred beyond the boundaries of heaven and earth.
A reminder of the vastness that the New World held.
But as he listened to the whistle and hum of the desolate breeze, another vampire scurried towards him, cold sweat dripping from their forehead.
His eyebrows rose, curious about what caused such a hideous-looking appearance. After all, his subordinate didn't even bother maintaining a minimum decorum.
"Sir! The monstrous tide! It has surfaced once again. Our outposts are being trampled. We just got the news before losing contact with the first outpost over a hundred kilometers away."
The subordinate reported while taking shaky breaths.
He had bolted towards their location as fast as possible, which meant that he sprinted for dozens of kilometers in a couple of seconds.
